I want to be your guitar,
feel your arms rapped around,
be that beautiful sound,
be the one who made you a star.
She's hung on your shoulder,
lays next to your heart,
no need to say it,
till death do us part.
You'll not leave or forsake her,
she travels so silent,
she makes you the man,
that you are.
So please I am praying,
hear the words I am saying,
It's me our your beloved guitar.
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