LRC歌词
[02:58.00]I Ain’t Goin’ to Play No Second Fiddle (feat Louis Armstrong) - Bessie Smith
[02:58.00]Let me tell you daddy
[02:58.00]Momma ain't gonna sit here and grieve
[02:58.00]Pack up your stuff and get ready to leave
[02:58.00]I stood your foolishness long enough
[02:58.00]So now I'm gonna call your bluff
[02:58.00]Oh I'm gonna call your hand
[02:58.00]So now daddy here's my plan
[02:58.00]Ain't gonna play no second fiddle cause
[02:58.00]I'm used to playing lead
[02:58.00]You must think that I am blind
[02:58.00]You've been cheating me all the time
[02:58.00]Whoa yeah you still flirt
[02:58.00]And you'll notice I ain't hurt
[02:58.00]To see you with my chum
[02:58.00]Do you think that I am dumb
[02:58.00]You cause me to drink
[02:58.00]When I sit down and think
[02:58.00]And notice that you never take heed
[02:58.00]I went to your house the other night
[02:58.00]Caught you and your good girl having a fight
[02:58.00]Ain't gonna play no second fiddle cause
[02:58.00]I'm used to playin lead
[02:58.00]Caught you with your good-time tramp
[02:58.00]So now I'm gonna put out your lamp
[02:58.00]Oh poppa I ain't sore
[02:58.00]You ain't gonna mess up with me no more
[02:58.00]I'm gonna flirt with another guy
[02:58.00]Then you're gonna hang your head an cry
[02:58.00]Ain't gonna play no second fiddle cause
[02:58.00]I'm used to playing lead
文本歌词
I Ain’t Goin’ to Play No Second Fiddle (feat Louis Armstrong) - Bessie Smith
Let me tell you daddy
Momma ain't gonna sit here and grieve
Pack up your stuff and get ready to leave
I stood your foolishness long enough
So now I'm gonna call your bluff
Oh I'm gonna call your hand
So now daddy here's my plan
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle cause
I'm used to playing lead
You must think that I am blind
You've been cheating me all the time
Whoa yeah you still flirt
And you'll notice I ain't hurt
To see you with my chum
Do you think that I am dumb
You cause me to drink
When I sit down and think
And notice that you never take heed
I went to your house the other night
Caught you and your good girl having a fight
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle cause
I'm used to playin lead
Caught you with your good-time tramp
So now I'm gonna put out your lamp
Oh poppa I ain't sore
You ain't gonna mess up with me no more
I'm gonna flirt with another guy
Then you're gonna hang your head an cry
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle cause
I'm used to playing lead