Your cut from life so cruel so un-green
We hold you slung hip to make you scream
You’re a figure of gods
A maker of chords
The electric vamporator
Great solo creator
Neck so slender
A body to caress
Knowing how results are the best
You can sound so gentle
So innocent so sweet
Then rock the heavens
Dragging people to their feet
Your friends the strings, the amps
And the power
Act as one
In this electric axe extravaganza
You’re my electric love
I play and give it my all
You’re my gold topped guitar
You’re my Les Paul
*© Copy Write Stephen Luff 2009
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