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Guitar Classique

Yeah, you got satin shoes Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window

Well, she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind, That's running wild. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And fairytales, That's all she ever

You need coolin', baby I'm not foolin' I'm gonna send you back to schoolin' Way down inside honey, you need it I'm gonna give you my love I'm gonna give

It's getting near dawn When lights close their tired eyes I'll soon be with you, my love To give you my dawn surprise I'll be with you darling, soon

Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan Riders

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the

: (originally by Def Leppard feat. Chris Daughtry) I'm outta luck, outta love Got a photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the

: (originally by The Doors feat. Chester Bennington & Ray Manzarek) Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world

: (originally by Van Halen feat. Patrick Monahan) Have you seen her? So fine and pretty Moving with a style and ease And I feel her from across the