it sounds better now Yes, you improve every time you play, woa-oh But it's bad You're so sad And you're only smilin' When you play your violin Dum-dum
violins were playing weird and haunting melodies People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile That's how she got her name Since that sad affair
Ten Strings of darkness on a violin sad I watch the mountains where the frost began The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the night
a glove You fit me like a glove Love, love, I can't get enough I can't get enough You make me wild and weary You make me sad You're Myspace now in theory
out of control It's a light at the edge of a black hole Scream of an orchestra Total collapse of an overreaction In your blood there is a sad, sad song
call When Sunny gets blue She breathes a sigh of sadness Like the wind that stirs the tree Wind that sets the leaves to swayin' Like some violins are
This is the sound of the world's smallest violin I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in You're the greatest sufferer that almost never
When Sunny gets blue, she breathes the sigh of sadness Like the wind that stirs the trees Wind that sets the leaves to swaying like some violins are
kidding Do you want one violin or the whole orchestra Tears, yeah, that's the ticket, big ones But, I think I'll just give you one violin My darling
had hot pink fingernails Gray armor, bright red shoes and a violin Take care 'cause she's emotional Loves her alcohol, hates me when I don't call her Sad
like her other man Well let me do the thinking, this what I recommend My nigger money talk that's what she comprehend Say that sad story, you hear them violins
I wanted violins and sweet romantic melodies But when the band began to play It didn't turn out quite that way For there were trumpets and trombones Making sad
, I'm that (cough) that comes from your chest When you dead, I'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh I'm every last sad note from the violin I'm the hammer
Martha: He plays the violin He tucks it right under his chin And he bows, oh he bows For he knows, yes he knows That it's hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle It's
Clara Bow! --Who?-- Chop suey, chop suey! Good and bad, intelligent, mad, and screwy. Violins and trumpets and drums, Take it all the way that it comes, Sad
hot and street mama want answers but we remain in silent no we glade it, cremate it, funeral, play the violins what a sad time it is, society ran by
violin is playing strange and haunting melodies People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile That's how she got her name Since that sad affair