Mathew Sydney

The Fiddler

Mathew Sydney © 2009

 

You can play me like a fiddle 'til the cows come home

Play me like a fiddle, baby, take me home

You know all the strokes, yeah, you play it good

So rosin up that bow and, baby, play it good

Play it good, you played it good

 

I know trouble when I see it

Guys like you all got your secrets

But these eyes are open wide

So don't trouble with those lies

 

You got magic fingers, they know every spot

So loosen up those fingers, baby, hit the spot

I know I'm being played but, baby, that's alright

'cos no one plays as well, they just don't play it right

You play it right, you played it right

 

They calling you the fiddler 'cos you play so good

And I'm the toughest fiddle, didn't think you could

But, baby, let me tell you I can play it to

So let me tune you up and show you what I do

I'll for you, it feels so good

 

I know trouble when I see it

Guys like you all got your secrets

But these eyes are open wide

So don't trouble with those lies

 

No one plays me

No one plays me

No one plays me like you

You play it good