Bobby, babynYou make me blurrynSo blurry insidennI know I'm down homenBut I always thought a limousinenWas something to be laughed atnSomething to be laughed atnnBobby, babynYou make me blurrynSo blurry insidennI know I'm not your cutnBut I never thought InWas just something to be laughed atnSomething to be laughed atnnI was a teenager when younTook me from my mama's bednAnd brought me to the real citynI tried my best to becomenWhat I thought you wantednnBobby, babynYou make me blurrynSo blurry insidennI know I'm down homenBut I always thought a limousinenWas something to be laughed atnSomething to be laughed atnSomething to be laughed atnSomething to be laughed at