My Guitar
Fender American Deluxe Fat Stra
The fat mama sings her songs
In the shower rain she rocks her way
There is nobody to tell her what to sing
She is in her world of power and grace
The power jet dashing across
She dances all along...what say you
She croons to her mirror
The fat mama sings her songs
The sound vibrates into the corridor
The power pillars standing still all day long
The shining wall reflections on the mirrors
The fat mama sings they dance to her tune
The dark corridors shine afraid to lose sight
The wind blowing through the windows
Rattling frames eager to warm the flow
When the fat mama sings her songs...
In the shower rain she rocks her way
There is nobody to tell her what to sing
She is in her world of power and grace
The power jet dashing across
She dances all along...what say you
She croons to her mirror
The fat mama sings her songs
The sound vibrates into the corridor
The power pillars standing still all day long
The shining wall reflections on the mirrors
The fat mama sings they dance to her tune
The dark corridors shine afraid to lose sight
The wind blowing through the windows
Rattling frames eager to warm the flow
When the fat mama sings her songs...
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