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Lyrics Ode to a Guitar Fingers caressing sensuous curves, Smooth texture is warm to my stroke. Harmonized in structure and tune, Mind and body are so provoked! I touch a string; it sings to you, Telling the world of the love I feel. Striking a nerve, guilty hearts cry, The sound makes it all surreal. Chorus Hit a chord, Fly into my arms. Oh Lord, I'm so excited Dance till you hear the alarm, And the world has ignited. Don't resist my charm, Oh Lord I'm on fire, Dance out of evil's harm, Play me with desire. We're both hot now, almost ready, A swinging mood is in the air. Rapidly my fingers signal, Playing flamenco with a flair. Regrettably, the night's over, Drained mentally, I hit the sack. Hugging and thanking her warmly, Placing her back onto the rack. Chorus Hit a chord, Fly into my arms. Oh Lord, I'm so excited Dance till you hear the alarm, And the world has ignited. Don't resist my charm, Oh Lord I'm on fire, Dance out of evil's harm, Play me with desire. I touch a string; it sings to you, Telling the world of the love I feel. Striking a nerve, the guilty cry, The sound makes it all surreal. © January 2005
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