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Bona Roba


When I was a babe they called me problem child
But that was being generous
It was a different kind of wild
‘cause they ring that bell we’d play boys chase the girls
We’d rip around like Sodomites
Now that’s my kind of world

 

Bonafriction this addiction
is more of an ever-loving curse
Bella Rosa, love your toes and
might I, might I check your purse?
Understanding knickers off in my delirium
In seconds flat for Bona Roba
where the heat is from

 

When I was a teen in my pubescent joy
They said I was a deviant
But I was just a boy
‘cause when they ring that bell
we’d smoke around the door
We’d puff n’ pose for concubines
Now that’s my kind of war

 

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Now that I’m a man
I’ve honed my horns to points
They call me everything they can,
But it’s not about the boink
‘cause when they ring that bell
they hit the ugly lights
The bar is full of pasty thangs
and the same old Sodomites

 

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