Texty: ABBA. Arrival. Dum Dum Diddle.

I can hear how you work, practising hard
Playin' night and day, woa-oh
And 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-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near and not just here
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe, you'd see me, baby
You'd be mine
And we'd be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle

But I think you don't know that I exist
I'm the quiet kind, woa-oh
From the day when I first listened to you
You've been on my mind, woa-oh

You don't care
It's not fair
And you're only smilin'
When you play your violin

Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near and not just here
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe you'd see me, baby
You'd be mine
And we'd be together all the time

Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near and not just here
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe you'd see me, baby
You'd be mine
And we'd be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle