Want to see Connie, Connie Wants to see me, Connie Cos I hate my body and I love hers Got to see Connie, Connie Has to know me, Connie What a silly idea, but I love her
Soon the boy's feeling really bad And it's creeping out of the line Trying to escape from the sun I think I've said enough I cry and I laugh Considering the both sides of my love
Some say I'm hiding a gun Buried in the sand When I only got love in my hand