Fiddle - 歌词大全

作曲 : Osmunson, Ross, Shepard 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 Well I lost all my dignity 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 its 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