I tried to play my guitar, literally having *** with it. My baby who moaned as her strings, are the hairs I brush it with my fingers. She moaned the tunes of death, gently I heard her whispers in my ears. I kissed it with my low voice, to match my thoughts with my fears. I tried to play my guitar, Her lust is an awe. She lets me forget the springs in summers, She lets me forget the dawn. My soul is her moaning, that I don't want to get it lost. That's why I tried to ****** my guitar, AS I WOULD DO IT TO A BLONDE.