Текст Bomshel – Fiddle

Step into the spotlight
Of this traveling show
Went across the room
Those big blue eyes look in my soul

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 heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he left 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 heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard

Now ladies you beware
Of those in unassuming eyes
He might look so innocent
But its just a disguise
HeA’s just overcompensating
For a total pack of lies
In his little tiny heartA:

Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he let me pissed of in riddle
Played me like a fiddle