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
Bobby baby, you make me blurry
So blurry inside
I know I'm not your cut, but I
Never thought that I was just
Something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at
I was a little 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
Something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at
Something to be laughed at