Folk Guitar
Attired in black and red tonight
The way you sang was out of sight
Head and shoulders above the rest
Hands down you'll always be the best
The reasons why are clear to me
And to anyone with ears to see
But if they're not here's one that suits
Just s-p-e-c-t-a-c-u-l-a-r in snakeskin boots
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