Текст песни Fiddle

Step into the spotlight

Of this traveling show

Went across the room

Those big blue eyes look in my soul

I was singing fetal love

How was I to know

That boy would change my plans

Louisiana soldiers seem to have it all

As that old red curtain fell

I began to fall

I was packing up my case

He was waiting down the hall

When the real show began

Cause to win my hard strings

And promised me the moon

Played me hard

Until I cried out of tone

Took my song

And he let me worn out in riddle

Played me like a fiddle

Well I should have gone

And taken his boat and his backside

When he went and told me one thing

And then turned around and lied

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But I sure kept my pride

And he was sure good for song

Cause to win my hard strings

And promised me the moon

Played me hard

Until I cried out of tone

Took my song

And he let me worn out in riddle

Played me like a

Hey

Now ladies you beware

Of those in assuming eyes

He might look so innocent

But it's just a disguise

He's just overcompensating

For a total pack of lies

In his little tiny heart...

Cause to win my hard strings

And promised me the moon

Played me hard

Until I cried out of tone

Took my song

And he let me pissed of in riddle

Played me like a fiddle