Maver with her lucky bonnet
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She used to paint her flowers on it
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She keeps the memories on the 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 I'm wrong
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But 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 Sunday
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Oh Maver
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Maver in a bonnet
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Streaks of life upon it
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Bettin' 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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(oh Maver)
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She was a true blue blooded traveler
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She left her home post for the west coast
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With a guitar and a bar o' soap
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For ol' San Francisco
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And a fool hearted head of hope
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Well she landed in a flat
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With some fellas who 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 Maver
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Maver in a bonnet
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Streaks of life upon it
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Bettin' 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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Maver in a bonnet
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Streaks of life upon it
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Bettin' 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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Oh Maver
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Oh Maver
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Maver
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| Stone Temple Pilots |
