Bonita

Ringing down the road, gonna see my Baby. She stays home or maybe sleeps on tree Fall. It is quite surprising when she sees no reason To depend on seasons always Sneaked and busty. Going towards my girl's house, Changing switch and breaking transfer. I don't ever know the thing that gonna meet Me by the door. Will I sleep in sill of coals, Or she'll meet me with the flowers? I will never wet the thing that can just Leave me on the floor. When she hears me ringing, she goes down the Barge. With a bag of scissors, she is always Hidden. Or she stands on stairs looking through the Glasses, and I know she glances on my Teddy bears. Going towards my girl's house, Changing switch and breaking transfer. I don't ever know the thing that gonna meet Me by the door. Will I sleep in sill of coals, Or she'll meet me with the flowers? I will never wet the thing that can just Leave me on the floor. Going down the road, gonna see my Baby. I'll find her or maybe find still the Door. She is always joking, Rearing little kennels, making love or Scandals, but she'll end up smoking. Going towards my girl's house, Changing switch and breaking transfer. I don't ever know the thing that gonna meet Me by the door. Will I sleep in sill of coals, Or she'll meet me with the flowers? I will never wet the thing that can just Leave me on the floor.