Connie

Want to see Connie, Connie
Wants to see me, Connie
Cause I hate my body
And I love hers
Gotta see Connie, Connie
Has to know me, Connie
What a silly idea
But I love her
Silly boy’s feeling really bad
And is creeping out of the land
Trying to escape
From the sun
I think I’ve said enough
I cry and I laugh
Considering the both
Sides of my luck
Some say I’m hiding a gun
Buried in the sand
When I’ve only got a love
In my hand
(What a silly idea)