Testo In Your Head

Your body turns me on Rotten inside the vanish gleems Old strings are out of tune And from the bottom Up to the neck The head doesn´t swing Olfdashioned thing But I love to play again I love to play it In your head is a room But the key is lost in unknown gloom Inside the wood the many tears That I could hardly see Your sun was blinding Your like a chord with fast release So plase don´t hide behind your band Pretending to be the first violine