Tune Up
Come inside it's cold out
The cabin's nice and warm
The weekend forecast just came on
They say a big snowstorm
I'll get your booty slippers
You change into your sweats
I'll bring down your blanket
And then you'll be all set
Now give me your guitar there
The one that needs the string
I'll put a new one on for you
And then I'll play something
But first I have to tune them
The body realign
Make sure the pitch is perfect
And then she'll sound just fine
The tone comes through my fingers
Sometimes a gentle touch
Sometimes a vibrant plucking
The choices vary much
And if you want a lesson
Just sit here in this chair
I'll check on your Bm
In case it's still not there
I have a funny feeling
It might not quite yet be
I'll have to guide your hands again
Relax now, just let me
That's it you're doing better
Don't stop now, get it clear
My that's a lovely sweater
And your neck is oh so near
I'm losing concentration
I'm in a zone of bliss
Please don't be upset with me
It was just a little kiss
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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