| 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 |