I taught you to play guitar last night
We've been sick for days, and we were stuck inside
And I held your arm as you hit the string
I pressed your fingers down and started to sing

And our heater was shaking cause the city was cold
And my favorite guitar was between us to hold
And I held your arm as you hit the strings
I pressed your fingers down and started to sing, sing

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Writer(s): Paul Hayden Desser