My favorite girl,a friend indeed,she listens to me when I'm in need,she is beautiful in .her own way,it may be days. or even days before I speak with her again,picking up where we left off,my sweet dear friend. Hearing her voice,at times clear as a bell.Holding her ,running my fingers down her neck,it is my pleasure,betty never let's me down. When I'm sad she feels my pain,nothing else matters,no loss nor gain. If ever you seen her you would be amazed,she is like no other,none to compare. Though thousands are like her,betty will always be mine,her pearls 3 5 and 7 noteable rose over bridge are found,muted ,sustaining me with her sound.