Isy Winehouse and Cherry (my new guitar)

Her name is Cherry

We've just met

But already she knows me

Better than you do

She understands me

After eighteen years

And you still don't see me

Like you ought to do

Maybe we could talk 'bout things

If you was made of wood and strings

While I love her every sound

I don't know how to turn you down

You're so thick and my patience thin

So I got me a knew best friend

With a pickup that puts you to shame

And Cherry is her name

And when I'm lonely

Cherry's there

And she plays along

While I sing out my blues

I could be crying

And you don't care

You won't call me back

You're stubborn as a mule

Maybe we could talk 'bout things

If you was made of wood and strings

You might think

I've gone too far

I'm talking 'bout my new guitar...

(Amy Winehouse)

[minha nova viola (cherry) e eu tentando ser Amy, com Angelo e Jonas, no Carnaval]