ANNE FINLEY: Music

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I'm getting sick and tired of hearing my voice echo off these walls. Losing sleep waitin' for the creep of your footstep down the hall. You're about to hear how my heart sounds when it breaks down the middle. Cause hell has no music like a woman Playin' Second Fiddle.

It's the same routine about 6:15, your voice on the telephone. Lyin' through your teeth tellin' me your workin' and you'll be late getting home. Oh won't you be surprised when the flames rise and burn you just a little. Cause hell has no music like a woman Playing Second Fiddle.

It's just a dirty sin the way you're spinnin' your web of lies. So take a closer look this little angel's the devil in disguise.

You're about to hear how my heart sounds when it breaks down the middle. Cause hell has no music like a woman Playin' Second Fiddle.