Guitar

-Verse 1-
I'm ya guitar and ya holding me
Around my waist, got ya thumbing me

Struming me, making me sing
A song real sweet
Addicticted to me, I'm ya talent

Making you sweep my strings and feel me
Doing what you are supposed to do,

-Chorus-
I am your song, so sing to me
Lay me down and we'll make a melody
Beautiful and new
A song that no one else can sing

A song that doesn't have to be rehearsed
A song compelled, like a curse

I am your song, so sing to me
Lay me down and we'll make a melody
Beautiful and new
A song that no one else can sing

A song that doesn't have to be rehearsed
A song compelled, like a curse

 

-Verse 2-

It's to late for me, I am done.

My white flag has waved and is down.
Crinkled, I step over and around.
 
Walking towards you,
Wearing this wicked grin.

Knowing that all along, I wanted you to win.
Me, free me, secure me, delight me.

King, I beg. Come over and see me!

-Chorus-