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Maver with her lucky bonnet...
She used to paint her flowers on it...
She keeps the memories on the turnstile...
Cause she's superstitious...
She tought she'd be famous...
And tell me if i'm wrong...
But i think she still just likes to play them...
Yeah and maybe you'll be lucky enough...
To hear her sing on sunday...
Oh Maver...

Maver in a bonnet...
Streaks of life upon it...
Bettin'on the ponies...
So things could get easier...
Just praying on a easy peace for her...
(oh Maver)...

Sha was a true blue blooded traveler...
She left her home post for the west coast...
With a guitar and a bar o'soap...
For ol'San Francisco...
And a fool hearted head of hope...
Well she landed in a flat...
Whit some fellas who were lucky to meet her...
Cause she could play the six strings...
Better than those macho pendejos...
Oh Maver...

Maver in a bonnet...
Streaks of life upon it...
Bettin'on the ponies...
So things could get easier...
Just praying on a easy peace for her...

How many nights did you make it without it...
How many lines on your face...
Have paved your way in stone...

Maver in a bonnet...
Streaks of life upon it...
Bettin'on the ponies...
So things could get easier...
Just praying on a easy peace for her...

Just praying on a easy peace for her...

Oh Maver...
Oh Maver...