gotta do boy I'm gonna tan you alive I was glued to the radio listening to my hero singing those sad old songs Singing them sadder than a one car funeral nobody sings
my head With the streets running red with the blues So the Violins play And my friends always say I?m a fool I?m A Fool I?m A fool My Angels stop singing
that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins
you, baby And only white roses for you, baby But I gotta keep it ghetto Gotta keep my girl in stilettos While she sittin' here singin' this demo Sing it, sing
It's a natural reaction, it's a sexual attraction You play me like I am made of strings I'm the violin, a melody, I want your lips to sing If you only
singing in a heart like mine In a heart like mine In a love like this There's a sympony in a single kiss Bring on the fiddles and the violins And listen
speak Even though we're underneath the same blue sky If I could paint a picture of this melody It would be a violin without its strings And the canvas in my mind, sings
All good soldiers crack like boulders The sun climbs up to a razor Violins, new boots and numbers on a chain All good soldiers All good soldiers Fall
on the beachside combing the sand Metal meter in my hand Sporting a pocket full of change That's me on the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin, singing
mother I like you and you like me too We?ll get a preacher, I?ll buy a ring We?ll hire a band with an accordion, violin And a tenor who can sing You
floor His daddy won't be coming home no more He cannot reason why His daddy had to die And the Minstrel Boy's not singing any more. So play violin, play
of the air And move the rolling sky. Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good. And now he plays a violin Made out of solid
(ahhh babe) [Spec] We makin music from the bed squeakin back and forth Sweet music girl you tellin me that you want some more I make you sing like a
she tells you so Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot
fan. When you're in a pit, they'll pull you out of it. It ain't wrong to write a song, for all your friends to sing along. People too, me and you, can
away Well, out of warm night and clear sky, European town Outside the bars singing their hearts out to a crowd With open boots, violin, banjo and a
for your violin, for your violin She said, "Catch me if you can You better plan, gentlemen" Gonna catch me [Incomprehensible] For your violin, for your violin
I feel it, you know I do, love I have never felt such true love Violins keep comin' through, love Dee dee, en dee dee, en dee, en dee dee I feel it when
