Bonita Hall


I met a girl called Bonita Hall

her butt is round like a tennis ball

and she has flowing hair like a waterfall

I fell in love with Bonita Hall.


I kissed a girl, Bonita Hall

and squeezed her against the kitchen wall

when it comes to loving, she has the wherewithal!

I gripped the hand of Bonita Hall


I married a girl Bonita Hall

we have a son, his name is Paul

and in dark of night a voice would call

screaming for the love of Bonita Hall!


I live my life with Bonita Hall

and sometimes she drives me up the wall

but I'm the luckiest guy, as I did fall

in love with the beautiful Bonita Hall

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