Allan and Bonnie Blue

Allan walked into the neon avenue

Looking for a story that he thought was new

He found the infamous Bonnie Blue

She had a smile like a vintage sin

With a thousand stories written on her skin

(oh, so many stories)

Bonnie Blue,

Bonnie Blue

One in a thousand,

but Allan was too

Just another face in the crowded room

Falling under the spell of your

sweet perfume

A thousand names written on her wall

Allan thought he'd be the one to stand tall

But he was just another name to call (just a name)

Gold coins in a wooden chest

No time for peace,

no time for rest

A lonely path she chose to tread

With a thousand memories in her bed

Allan walked out to the morning sun

Knowing he was just another one

Bonnie Blue...

(one of a thousand)