Cherry

Dedicada a Marta ;-)

Her name is cherry, we 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 sound
I don't know how to tune you down
you're so thick and my patience thin
so I got me a new best friend
with a pickup that puts you to shame
and cherry is her name.

And when I'm lonely, cherry's there
and she plays along while I sing out my blues
I could be crying and you don't care
you won't call me back you're stubborn as a mule.

Maybe we could talk 'bout things
if you was made of wood and strings
you must think I've gone too far
I'm talking 'bout my new guitar.