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• Artiste: Bomshel
• Titre: Fiddle
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Stepped into the spotlight Of this traveling show Went across the room Those big blue eyes looked in my soul I was singin Fatal Love How was I to know That boy would change my plans Louisiana soldier seemmed to have it all As that old red curtain fell Well I began to fall I was packin up my case He was waitin down the hall Then the real show began Cause to win my heart strings He promised me the moon Played me hard Til I cried out of tune Took my song And he left me worn out & brittle He played me like a fiddle Well I should have gone and taken this bow to his backside When he went and told me one thing Then turned around and lied Well I lost all my dignity But I sure kept my pride He was sure good for a song Cause he bent my heart strings And promised me the moon Played me hard Til I cried out of tune Took my song And he left me worn out and brittle Played me like a Hey Now ladies You beware of those unassuming eyes He might look so innocent But its just a disguise He's just overcompensating For a total pack of lies And his little tiny heart Cause he bent my heart strings And promised me the moon Played me hard Til I cried out of tune Took my song And he left me pissed off and brittle Played me like a fiddle Oh oh aoh Oh oh aoh Oh oh aoh