He's my guitar hero and I like the way he sings;
Makes me want to put down roots and grow some little wings.
My blood begins to pump when he walks on stage;
Tight blue jeans, ax hung low, he's a musical sage.
I like the way he plucks his strings and uses his glass slide;
His fingering pure artistry, I'll like them deep inside!
High on the sounds of his dirty little love song;
He's a silver tongued devil, makes me want to sing along.
I'm always there beside him, every gig and every night;
Because I know when he's done he'll rock me clean out of sight!
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