Lyrics:
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
the fiddle players, beer and our keg price
Known for Alexander Keiths and the Donair
Home of the Mooseheads but I don't really go there
We pay a buck for
There's a man, he wakes up every morning
No matter if it's sunny or it rains
He takes his fiddle
And stands by the highway
No one seems to really
can make me wait (I like it)
We can play this game (I like it)
Oh-oh, oh-oh I'm starting to like this
I like the way you fiddle with your hair
The way
Caught in the middle of this existential riddle
Never knowing for sure whether to stay or have a fiddle
But it's driving me insane once again
Never
thoughts in my head that you can't see, you can't see
This is me, is me
Demons play fiddles in my head like a symphony, like a symphony
Question me?
of course, I be proud of her
I do too much, you niggas doin' too little
You going out sad 'bout a bitch
Where's the fiddle
I'm all in yo BM jaw
Like I do
Something you never lived, oh
If you wanna siphon my soul
This ain't one to capture
They play me like I'm the fiddle
And they're the treasure trove
Just one
Strolling along down the road in the evening with the moon and the sky
Hey diddle-diddle the cat on the fiddle my heart jumps over the moon
My hands
The problem is that war's not what it used to be, It's just a killin' spree
And locked down in the middle, Playin' second fiddle
Some are singin' right on key
don’t want me around
But you want me to stay with you
You play my heart like a fiddle
make me think that somehow
Everything will work out with you
Oh oh
too little
Ya you go play that fiddle
To refuse too much than accept too little
Ya woke up late for work, fuck that job already hate it
Wozzle from your
(Pop, Pop)
I got a couple desires I shouldn't be fiddling with (Fiddle, Fiddle)
I am not single unless it is double or triple the chick
Pull up with
sat down and he rosined up his bow
Played a tune on his fiddle soft and low
He played the tune of the blue house the blue house the blue house
Flim flam flip, fim fwap and fiddle
Get those pancakes hot off the griddle
Butter and syrup that's maple, here's a ride
Whattaya got? Whattaya gotta
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Fit as a fiddle and ready for love
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
my, oh my, oh my)
When his fiddle starts to play, better hide away
If you don't wanna die
He is the one to blame when a mate goes overboard
(Oh
draft class and
You second fiddles
I crossover with that TEC
I can't double dribble
I'm Mice and Men and you
Pussies lookin' Stuart Little
You all cap,
watching, let's put on a show
We don't stop in the middle, we go the whole round
I run through the sun, run through the snow
Pulling strings like a fiddle
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