Cherry

Her name is Cherry

We've just met but already she knows me better than you

She understands me after 18 years

and you still don't see me like you ought to do

Maybe we could talk bout things if you was made of wood and strings

while i love her every time

i dont know how to turn you down

you so thick and my patience is thin

so i got me a new best friend

with a pick up that puts you to shame and cherry is her name

and when im lonely cherry's there

and she plays along while i sing out my blues

i could be crying and you dont care

you wont call me back youre stubborn as a mule

maybe we could talk bout things if you was made of wood and strings

You might think i've gone too far

I'm talking bout my new guitar