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Kile Blair Beautiful Six-String You've got a nice body You are a hottie I really love your headstock You can really rock, ahh You're dressed in metallic red I love all the things you said they go right to my head when i play you so loud my mind drifts into the clouds takes me to a place i knew before i met you then my mom took you away, i really wish you could stay but it don't work out that way You're my Beautiful Six-String All the pleasure that you bring, takes the pain away from me You're my beautiful six-string All the songs thats you sing, makes you a special thing I love to hold you in my hands you take me to far away lands where i can be myself its like playing guitars from a shelf and then i play you some more you're tone goes through the floor as i hum you burst through my ear drum Want to respond to this poem/song? Do it here! Return to Poetry |
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