[Verse]

Bon Bon has had a strange week or two

Got a couple ponies wearing suits, she can't seem to lose

Found something with a red light on it, kinda shaped like a pen

Lyra came by and left, then she came by again

It's weird memories, maybe Zecora got weird remedies

Swear she had more candy inside of that clear centerpiece

Now she keeps indoors with the stay-safe guile

But why's her vision goin' blurry after they say "Smile!"?

Strange customers, ponies in glasses and they fuck with her

Rarely buyin' anything, trade papers, a muttered search

Playin' deaf at counter's a great labor, a dozen words

Something 'bout an agent or someone that left and wasn't heard

Wasn't cursed, out-of-towners leave within a week

Discrete, Lyra comes to tea, releasin' of the steam

And speaks, like proverbially, she's kneeling, in her teeth

Is a shiny gold- oh, gosh, it pleases her to shriek

[Outro]

Yes!