she is screaming, chanting, steaming,
this woman that I prize
her lacquer in the spotlight gleaming
curved and polished just to size

She loves the man with a feeling hand
her price is never low
rocking to the rhythm band
her love is warm and slow.

But if you want her fast and hard
you have to plug her tight
cash or with your credit card
you can make her bite.

I got to have her, right away
I'd sprawl, I'd crawl, I'd beg and fall
I'll never rest until the day
I buy that woman named les Paul.

well! I was buying a Gibson les paul Traditional the other day and I wrote this poem/song just for laughs... yes I know les paul is a man... but the guitar is feminin!^^