Bonny's Trace

You liked Bonny when she got bruises on her thighs

She was always dreaded, dressing up and high

You won't trace, face the haze

Bonny was there.

So you can face this childhood

In a nucleon tent

She was hitchhiking fucking and mocking them all

Everybody telling you to go go go go

You ripped your dress, you go on streets

You wanna fuck all this shit

Proportion negotiation on you

You may, you believe you're on a tray

Oh Now you see the haze

Now you won't take Mother Teresa's pray

You want Bonny's trace

You want Bonny's trace

You want Bonny's trace

You've got started now you've gotta go

How can you believe if the man can really show?

The walk, the nod, the strip, the cliché moves

Now for sure, now you're sure

You want Bonny's trace

You run more than you can run more than….

I can't talk

I can't breath

I believe in the best of

Old friends and old parts

Bernice bobbed her hair

Now you're a Bonny

Grown up

But your name now is Lola

And you mess with the dangerous minds

Just because when you were a child

You wanted Bonny's trace