Cherry

Her name is Cherry

We've just met

But already she knows me better than you

She understands me

After eighteen years

And you still don't see me like you ought to do

Maybe we could talk 'bout things

If you was made of wood and strings

While I love her every sound

I don't know how to turn you down

And you're so thick and my patience is thin

So I got me a new best friend

With a pickup that puts you to shame

And Cherry is her name

And when I'm lonely

Cherry's there

And she plays along while I sing out my blues

I could be crying

And you don't care

You won't call me back you're stubborn as a mule

Maybe we could talk 'bout things

If you was made of wood and strings

You might think I've gone too far

I'm talking 'bout my new guitar