You are my autoharp
i push every button on your body
i push the a minor, the e flat, the f major
and especially the c sharp 7
you are my autoharp
i play every string in your mind
and even when i play them very loud
they keep in tune
but how will they sound soon
you are my autoharp
i bought you in a pawnshop in virginia
you were cheap but in good condition
longing for someone to take you on an exotic trip
you are my autoharp
i carried you all over the world
in my hard case called the heart
you're the reason for my blood to keep running
through my veins every album again