Cherry
Her name is Cherry.
\r\nWe've just met,
\r\nBut already she knows me better than you.
\r\nShe understands me, after 18 years,
\r\nBut you still don't see me like you ought to do.
\r\nMaybe we could talk bout things if
\r\nYou was made of wood and strings.
\r\nWhile I love her every sound,
\r\nI don't know how to turn you down,
\r\nAnd you're so thick and my pages are thin,
\r\nSo I got me a new best friend
\r\nWith a pick-up that puts you to shame,
\r\nAnd Cherry is her name.
\r\nAnd when I'm lonely
\r\nCherry's there
\r\nAnd she plays along while I sing out my blues
\r\nI could be crying,
\r\nAnd you don't care
\r\nYou won't call me back, you're stubborn as a mule.
\r\nMay-be we could talk bout things if
\r\nYou was made of wood and strings.
\r\nYou might think I've
\r\nGone too far
\r\nI'm talking bout
\r\nMy new guitar.
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