SECOND FIDDLE

Kay Starr



I was playing second fiddle

I was caught in a losing romance

You were also second fiddle

You, too, played the game with no chance

We were losers, we were weepers

They called us birds of a feather

Now we're finders, now we're keepers

Two aching hearts got together

We were playing second fiddle

Then we met and gave love a new start

No more playing second fiddle

Now that we're first in each other's heart