(From Indie/Rock Playlist: July - 2008)
Bobby baby
you make me blurry
so blurry inside
i know 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 that i was just
something to be laughed at
something to be laughed at
something to be laughed at
i was a teenager
when ya took me
from my momma'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
