Cherry Songtext / Lyric

Her name is Cherry We just met But already she knows me better than you
She understands me
After 18 years
And you still don´t see me
Like you ought
Maybe we could talk ´bout things
If you were made of wood and strings
While I love herevery sound
I don´t know how to tune you down
You so thick and my patience is thin
So I got me up a new best friend
With a pickup you puts me in shame
And Cherry is her name

And when I´m lonely
Cherry´s there
And she plays along while I sing out her blues
I could be crying and you don´t care
You won´t call me back your stubborn as a mule
Maybe we could talk ´bout things
If you were made of wood and strings
You must think I´ve gone and far
I´m talking ´bout my new guitar