| THE FIDDLER |
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| What is that sound? A handsome fellow whisp'ring in my ear It seems so familiar And why is it that I just can't think clear Now a tiny voice Says turn around and run the other way Then I heard my hearstrings That's when the violin began to play It played a lovely tune Your promises were music to my ears My heart quivered with every note Until a dissonant chord began to appear Something's off key I couldn't place my finger on it then But a string of sour notes Told me never to listen to this song again You really played it smooth But true intent will always give you away At first you had me fooled But this is music I choose not to play No more song and dance I fell for your performance once before Oh, you played me like a violin, baby But you're not gonna fiddle with me no more The music's over I refuse to be the resin for your bow So take that catgut wielding, hollowed out box of obnoxious sound, before I bust it into splinters ...and GO! |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |