Connie

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