Cool Guitar Boy

Intro:
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He looks so cool
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In his jeans that are real tight bleached ripped split and
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He’s sort of cute in his coat: plastic mac with gold glitter on
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He’s really gear in his shirt, colored purple-pink splash design
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He looks just great in his boots: pointy ankle-highs


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I love him lots and I wish he’d see me: the Cool Guitar Boy
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He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
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Oh, pure joy!

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And I wish he’d see me
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And I want him to love me
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‘Cause I know there’s heaven, heaven in his arms



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He looks so neat with his hair which is tousled up long mess and
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He acts all coy, smiles and hides. Could he like me? I have to guess
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He looks so cool in his shades, hides his eyes might be looking my way
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Never speaks, which I like, doesn’t have much to say


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I love him lots and I wish he’d see me: the Cool Guitar Boy
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He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
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Oh, pure joy!


      D         G
And I wish he’d see me
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And I want him to love me
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Cause I know there’s heaven, heaven in his arms


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I love him lots and I wish he’d see me: the Cool Guitar Boy
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He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
         G     A
Oh, pure joy!


       D        G
And I wish he’d see me
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And I want him to love me
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‘Cause I know there’s heaven, heaven in his arms