Want to see Connie, Connie
Wants to see me, Connie
'cause I hate my body and I love her's
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 luck
Some say I'm hiding a gun
Buried in the sand
When I only got love in my hand