Bonnie

Bonnie
You're from parts of Texas
Where they don't even read
Yet they know your name
Without knowing your pain
And all the fools that you waste
They just know your boyfriend
And try to count the money
That you've stolen to date

And maybe only when you're dead
They'll hear what you said
And they won't
Hate you
They may even want too
Line up holding shotgun for a ride
If you asked
They would shoot the babies
Women, children, all the ones that
We save for last

Cause when you stand up by the car
Smoking that cigar
Girl you look sexy
Major low key flexing
Country girl
ATexan in depression
For two
Bonnie Lizzie Parker
Didn't know I loved her till the
We're through

Drinking coffee from a
Cup serrated
Holy matrimony faded
For you
Sawing shotguns off on
Monday morning
Killing folks it makes me horny
For you
Making orphans of the
Cops and bankers
Children left and needing answers
For you
Twisting truth to spur our
New addiction
Gaining fame without the fiction
For you

Doing it all for you
Doing it all for you

Bonnie
You're from parts of Texas
Where they don't even read
Yet they know your name
And that's pretty cool
If you ask
If you ask
If you ask
If you ask me
But you won't



Credits
Writer(s): Gianni Bahadoorsingh
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