Guitarra Is Her Name
Beautiful she was when I saw her
Nestled gently in that obscure corner at the Supa
If only she knew how many years I’ve longed for her
How sweet the poem I wrote for her was
Well, since I saw her and heard her beat in my heart
I swore with the little cash I had that I would buy her
And to buy her I now have
It was few minutes to nine
And the thought of spending another night without her,
...harassed my mind
I couldn’t survive the loneliness,
...I wouldn’t
So off my room I rushed
...and into the Supa I dashed
There she still was, as beautiful clad as the day before
I didn’t have t look twice to know she was mine
That I had done in my mind so many nights before
Now, this was the time for her to really be mine
For opportunity to be theirs had long passed them by
Damn, how good it felt to have her in my grip
When I had her is when everyone else realized how fine she really was
Now they all wanted to own her
Damn, I’m glad it was too late for them
Here she now is
Nestled lovingly on my thighs
The feeling as sensational as I thought it would be
Her beautiful shape so bewitching
Her contours so obsessing
Her sound so marvellously enthralling
She is the love of my life and together we’ll be more than fine
She and I will find a way to make it sound and look right
We shall soon make love on the stage in the star light
They shall soon pay to see us perform our hearts delight
But before then it’s tough practice every night
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
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