Vixy is such a joy to watch in performance, not just because of her soaring, gorgeous voice, but because the love of what she's doing comes out in every expression and every movement. It's so lovely to watch. And Tony's guitar playing? Oh my.
- Allison Durno



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Six-String Love
by Michelle Dockrey & Tony Fabris

      Vocals: Michelle Dockrey
      Guitars & Bass: Tony Fabris
      Drum programming: Ed Ten Eyck

Some girls like the medical type: "Doctor, I have a pain"
Some sigh for a lawyer guy, those legal briefs drive them insane
Some girls love a uniform, they go for the soldiers and sailors
But what'll start my heart, make me fall apart
Is a roomful of smart guys with Martins and Taylors

You can write the words I like, you can write the tune that lingers
But the way to my heart is through nimble fingers
Yeah, you might think that we're well-matched
But I need love with
Six strings attached

Take me to all the filk cons, baby, take me to the open jam
Drop your D right in front of me, and I might forget just who I am
You can play the horn like Satchmo, show Bing a thing or two about crooning
A single violin nearly does me in
But there's nothing like a Gibson in an open tuning

You can write the words I like, you can write the tune that lingers
But the way to my heart is through nimble fingers
Yeah, you might think that we're well-matched
But I need love with
Six strings attached
Now I'm too young for a mid-life crisis
And too old for teen infatuation
But I should never be left to my own devices
Around a cute geek with an Ovation
Let me tell you about my first rock jam
Oooh, what can I say
Guys with guitars on every side
(spoken) I don't remember anything else that happened that day...

Take me to the Cliffs of Dover, stand me at the Crossroads too
Wish you were here with your black dog, dear
We'll come together, me and you
Give me a rhythm or lead me on, show me your Marshall stack
I'm a hot little chick who loves a good hot lick
Strap on your dreadnought and keep me coming back
('scuse me while I kiss this guy...)

You can write the words I like, you can write the tune that lingers
But the way to my heart is through nimble fingers
Yeah, you might think that we're well-matched
But I need love with
Six strings attached

Yeah, you might think that we're well-matched
But I need love with
Twelve strings attached

Yeah, you might think that we're well-matched
But I need love with
Six strings attached

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