Her fingers buzz with the zealous
Twangs of bass steel strings--
Vibrating the lost sound of ampless playing.
Her skin is so raw and alive she swears she can
Feel the callous growing in a slow, steady
Crawl full of backbeat and life.

They pulse with the flow of blood in her
Warm, yielding fingertips, tapping out
The bass line beat of luxurious and throbbing
Jazz.

She runs her sensitive tips once again over the
Rough and biting woven metal strings,
Plucking and reverberating with the
Song of sweet, polished yellow wood and marbled
Maroon faces.

Yeah.