My pink guitar, the new love of my life
I’ll stroke and stretch your strings with my fingers
My pick will pick you up just like a wife
On the threshold; let each long lick linger
My salmon pink star, electric singer
Accompany me when my feeble voice
Attempts a duet, plug in amp, tongue a
Hillman Imp to your flash Rock n Rolls Royce
I’ll never smash you, at least not by choice
No Pete Townshend treatment, trouble or strife
No setting alight, Hendrix-style singes
I’ll stay faithful, not just one of the boys
To you my axe that’s sharper than a knife
Clear as a bell pulled by expert ringers
Thur 17 July 2008
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