Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: The wildhearts

Lyrics

We met in Euston, we got to talking
Then pretty soon she let my fingers do the walking, baby
Oh, Bonita

First it was once a week, then every weekend
And now she’s telling me she wants to be my girlfriend
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

She left her number, and then her toothpaste
And then she turned up at the front door with a suitcase
Oh, Bonita

I had to let her in, ‘cos it was raining
I told her: “Babe, you need a thing or two explaining”
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

I had to tell her the reason why
I didn’t want her around to stay
I made her coffee, then I made her cry
Then we said goodbye
We made love anyway

And for a day or two I guess I missed her
And then I saw her at the station with her sister
Oh, Bonita

And now we’re all together in my menagerie
I thought it better that I keep it in the family
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: The wildhearts

Lyrics

We met in Euston, we got to talking
Then pretty soon she let my fingers do the walking, baby
Oh, Bonita

First it was once a week, then every weekend
And now she’s telling me she wants to be my girlfriend
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

She left her number, and then her toothpaste
And then she turned up at the front door with a suitcase
Oh, Bonita

I had to let her in, ‘cos it was raining
I told her: “Babe, you need a thing or two explaining”
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

I had to tell her the reason why
I didn’t want her around to stay
I made her coffee, then I made her cry
Then we said goodbye
We made love anyway

And for a day or two I guess I missed her
And then I saw her at the station with her sister
Oh, Bonita

And now we’re all together in my menagerie
I thought it better that I keep it in the family
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: The wildhearts

Lyrics

We met in Euston, we got to talking
Then pretty soon she let my fingers do the walking, baby
Oh, Bonita

First it was once a week, then every weekend
And now she’s telling me she wants to be my girlfriend
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

She left her number, and then her toothpaste
And then she turned up at the front door with a suitcase
Oh, Bonita

I had to let her in, ‘cos it was raining
I told her: “Babe, you need a thing or two explaining”
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

I had to tell her the reason why
I didn’t want her around to stay
I made her coffee, then I made her cry
Then we said goodbye
We made love anyway

And for a day or two I guess I missed her
And then I saw her at the station with her sister
Oh, Bonita

And now we’re all together in my menagerie
I thought it better that I keep it in the family
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

Oh, Bonita

Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: The wildhearts

Lyrics

We met in Euston, we got to talking
Then pretty soon she let my fingers do the walking, baby
Oh, Bonita

First it was once a week, then every weekend
And now she’s telling me she wants to be my girlfriend
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

She left her number, and then her toothpaste
And then she turned up at the front door with a suitcase
Oh, Bonita

I had to let her in, ‘cos it was raining
I told her: “Babe, you need a thing or two explaining”
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita

I had to tell her the reason why
I didn’t want her around to stay
I made her coffee, then I made her cry
Then we said goodbye
We made love anyway

And for a day or two I guess I missed her
And then I saw her at the station with her sister
Oh, Bonita

And now we’re all together in my menagerie
I thought it better that I keep it in the family
Oh, Bonita

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But the world is full of beautiful girls
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But there’s beautiful girls all over the world
You’re beautiful
And I don’t mean to be personal
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Bonita