Lovely Guitar
I heard your magnificent guitar play
And your fingers plucked in a perfect way
And the sound that your guitar made
Was like the culmination of a frenzied kiss
Oh a taciturn technician like you
You perfect the sound with your crooked fingers
A little long on a cerebral bend
Such a hopeful cry for emotions to follow
Lovely guitar lead us on
Into hopeful moments and lovely song
Melody is our friend
Her voice never ceases to end
Your crooked fingers, your crooked fingers
Your crooked fingers and your bunioned hands
Your synapses and your creative bubble
Thanks for the epiphany
I love the music that you made for me
Lovely guitar lead us on
Into hopeful moments and lovely song
Melody is our friend
Her voice never ceases to end
I heard your magnificent guitar play
And your fingers plucked in a perfect way
And the sound that your guitar made
Was like the culmination of a frenzied kiss
Oh a taciturn technician like you
You perfect the sound with your crooked fingers
A little long on a cerebral bend
Such a hopeful cry for emotions to follow
Lovely guitar lead us on
Into hopeful moments and lovely song
Melody is our friend
Her voice never ceases to end
And your fingers plucked in a perfect way
And the sound that your guitar made
Was like the culmination of a frenzied kiss
Oh a taciturn technician like you
You perfect the sound with your crooked fingers
A little long on a cerebral bend
Such a hopeful cry for emotions to follow
Lovely guitar lead us on
Into hopeful moments and lovely song
Melody is our friend
Her voice never ceases to end
Your crooked fingers, your crooked fingers
Your crooked fingers and your bunioned hands
Your synapses and your creative bubble
Thanks for the epiphany
I love the music that you made for me
Lovely guitar lead us on
Into hopeful moments and lovely song
Melody is our friend
Her voice never ceases to end
I heard your magnificent guitar play
And your fingers plucked in a perfect way
And the sound that your guitar made
Was like the culmination of a frenzied kiss
Oh a taciturn technician like you
You perfect the sound with your crooked fingers
A little long on a cerebral bend
Such a hopeful cry for emotions to follow
Lovely guitar lead us on
Into hopeful moments and lovely song
Melody is our friend
Her voice never ceases to end
Credits
Writer(s): Jessica Lewis
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