Guitars I'm drifting in your scenery Sun-tied with your brothers in the trees As summer swings us all by the feet There'll be so much wonder we can't speak I know what you like in me too Guitars When I was a child, Marie My chest crawled with such funny fuzzy things Fluff and stuff and caramel meringue The swelling burrs of every broken ring I know what you'd like me to do Guitars When I was a child, Marie My chest crawled with such funny fuzzy things Fluff and stuff and caramel meringue The swelling burrs of every broken ring I know what you'd like me to do Guitars Guitars Guitars
