"AS I SIT ON THE EDGE OF THIS NEVER MADE BED
OLD GUITAR IN MY LAP A NEW TUNE IN MY HEAD
THERE SHE STANDS IN THE DOORWAY JUST BRUSHIN' HER HAIR
ITS MY BEAUTIFUL MUSE IN HER UNDERWEAR
AND IF I WAS THINKIN' I'D BE THINKIN' THANK GOD WHOEVER YOU ARE
FOR THE MUSE AND THIS OLD GUITAR
TIMES LIKE THESE SO SWEET AND SO TRUE
THINKIN'S THE LAST THING YOU WANNA DO"
- THE MUSE, THE WOOD BROTHERS
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