Esther Leclerc - A Singular Talent

Little man in those crazy striped pants
baby, you sure don't look like much -
Still, your strong hands and commanding stance
convince me you've got the Right Touch

Some fools say that your great forte' is
but a waste of time and talent...
If they knew, got it good like I do,
They'd crave emotions you foment

So turn around and strip it right down
using every trick that you've got
You know what to do and so well too -
your moves fan my flames to white-hot

The sounds you make
take my breath away...
The way your fingers glide
ooo, so free and wild

breathing alters... my reason falters...

do it do it do it do it
oh, you make it so GOOD! ! !

rhythm pulsing, grinding...................................................harrrd-driving

tension building, aching.......................................................sweet elation

inhibitions melting............................................................fingers unrelenting

I can't stop moving......................................your touch crescendoes thru me

C'MON BABY, BRING IT ON HOME! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
_____________________________________________________

When
your
instrument's
in
heat

you've
got
to
give
it
relief...

Nothing
like
a
f-f-fine
guitar
solo! ! !

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !


(6.11.06 - ALL IN FUN, people! For Elliott Easton, lead guitarist for The Cars, still excellent in concert after all these years - 80's band or no!)

Esther Leclerc

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