Bobby, baby
You make me blurry
So blurry inside
I know I'm down home
But I always thought a limousine
Was something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at
Bobby, baby
You make me blurry
So blurry inside
I know I'm not your cut
But I never thought I
Was just something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at
I was a teenager when you
Took me from my mama's bed
And brought me to the real city
I tried my best to become
What I thought you wanted
Bobby, baby
You make me blurry
So blurry inside
I know I'm down home
But I always thought a limousine
Was something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at