Second Fiddle کے بول

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