I’m..just a lit-tle tin soldier in your hands I’m good for noth-ing but to o-bey your com-mand You ne-ver real-ly love me, I know So, wind me up, let me go. .I’m just your play-thing till you see some-one else And then you’d leave me a-lone on the shelf. But e-ven tin sold-iers have hearts, don’t you know So, wind me up, let me go .You don’t real-ly need me You have hun-dred of the toys. And tear-drops don’t look good in the eyes of sold-ier boys. .So pick me up and hold me one more time That’s just con-so-la-tion for this hea-rt of mine Whis-per a sweet word to the one who loves you so Then wind me up, Let me go Then wind me up, Let me go
