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Maver with her lucky bonnet |
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She used to paint her flowers on it |
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She keeps her memories on a turnstile' |
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Cause she's superstitious |
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She thought she'd be famous |
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And tell me if |
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I'm wrongBut |
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I think she still just likes to play them |
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Yeah, and maybe you'll be lucky enough |
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To hear her sing on |
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SundayOh, oh, oh, |
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MaverMaver and her bonnet |
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Streaks of life upon it |
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Betting on the ponies |
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So things could get easier |
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Just prayin' on a easy peace for her |
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Oh, MaverShe was a true blue blooded traveler |
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She left her home post for the |
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West Coast |
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With a guitar and a bar of soap |
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For 'ol San |
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FranciscoAnd a fool hearted head of hope |
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Well, she landed in a flat |
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With some fellas that were lucky to meet her' |
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Cause she could play the six-string |
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Better than those macho pendejos |
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Oh, so Maver |
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Maver and her bonnet |
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Streaks of life upon it |
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Betting on the ponies |
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So things could get easier |
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Just prayin' on a easy peace for her |
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How many nights did you make it without it? |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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And how many lines on your face |
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Have paved your way in stone? |
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Oh, ohHow many nights did you make it without it? |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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How many lines on your face |
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Have paved your way in stone? |
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Oh, ohMaver and her bonnet |
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Streaks of life upon it |
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Betting on the ponies |
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So things could get easier |
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Just praying on a easy peace for her |
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Just praying on a easy peace for her |
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Oh, oh, Maver |
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Oh, oh, Maver |
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Oh, oh, Maver |
