Song | Fiddle |
Artist | Bomshel |
Album | Fight Like a Girl |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
zuo qu : 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 |
zuò qǔ : 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 |