silly girl strums a broken guitar,
she never quite learned to play,
most boys couldn't get very far,
with a delightful delay,
stressed strings were six things she controlled,
twisting and resisting pegs,
occasionally her brown eyes rolled,
whenever lust crawled up her legs,
goose bumps overflowed her pantyhose,
leaving a loss of lyrics to say,
any singer in the same skin knows,
how hard the boys make it to play,
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