So let me tell a story about a girl, Acoustic Abby, who always fell in love with every boy she met.

She'll dance like sin and talk like no one else you've ever heard, and she's knocking at my door to let her in.

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She warms me like a feathered-filled down-comforter.

She makes me close my eyes.

She's wound with strings, a body like a lamp turned on.

She's on and off all night.

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Acoustic Abby let somebody into her life, now I'll play her how I like.

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So let me tell a story about a girl, Acoustic Abby, who one day fell in love with every song I wrote.

She danced like sin and talked like no one else I've ever heard, and she's knocking at my door to let her in.

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She warms me like a feathered-filled down-comforter.

She makes me close my eyes.

She's wound with strings, a body like a lamp turned on.

She's on and off all night.

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Acoustic Abby let somebody into her life, now I'll play her how I like.