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