She left home with 16 years
She needed a band, long for the tears
Her eyes fixed on the boys playing guitar
Screaming and shouting in the first
row Clapping her hands during the show
Every guitar king is her superstar
Yes, I love you,
wonderful Yes, I want you, wonderful
Yes,
I love you,
wonderful Yes,
I want you,
wonderful
Guitar kings mean all to her She got their names on her shirt
Yes, I love you,
wonderful Want you,
wonderful Need you,
wonderful
There at the open air festivals Tears
in her eyes when the guitar softly weeps
Never put herself in the middle,
oh no Just a shadow during the show
She even sings their songs in her sleep
Yes,
I love you, wonderful Yes, I want you,
wonderful
Yes, I want you, wonderful Want you,
wonderful
Need you, wonderful
Sure it's true
what I tell This guitar girl I know so well
When we're talking about her We're talking about me
I love you,
wonderful
I want you,
wonderful