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I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons.One minute she was fine, the next she started throwing her violins across the room.Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to singMiss Trudy, she teaches the violinBut when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things sheDried her eyes and cried.Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violinsMiss Trudy, she taught all the girls to singAnd when she cries, she cries for only herThe remains of twenty wooden violins scattered across the floorAnd when she cries, she cries only for herHer teardrops fall on my violin on the floorMiss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing Aus Songtexte Mania