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Guitarsanta

As guitarras sao um dom de Deus As guitarras dao som a vida E as que encantam todos os coracoes Ficam mais bonitas As guitarras sao amores meus Sons

with the amp turned up Girls with guitars (Daddy's little angel) Girls with guitars (What's the world coming to) Girls with guitars (Mothers tend to

Babylon And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars

There's a guy singing in the edge of the room Making sounds through a face like a prune He's got them fancy checkered pants And a chip in his tooth, oh

You've been with me A year to the day Three-hundred and sixty-five days Watching me decay We used to talk about girls who play guitars We used to talk

got me Catch as catch, catch as catch Can anybody in their right mind could see, you and me Catch as catch, catch as catch can When I see you, all your little guitars

Have The Devils. This Is Devil Music I quite fancy, being a famous public figure. I quite fancy the role. I find it necessary. Hitherto satirical. Hitherto

I go down there To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove Sixth gear with nowhere to steer, when enough is enough It's guitars

to my ten guitars And very soon you know just where you are Through the eyes of love you see a thousand stars When you dance, dance, dance to my ten guitars Guitars