Bobby, baby, you make me blurrynSo blurry insidenI know I'm down home but InAlways thought a limousine wasnSomething to be laughed atnnSomething to be laughed atnnBobby, baby, you make me blurrynSo blurry insidenI know I'm not your cutnBut I never thought that I was justnSomething to be laughed atnnSomething 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 become whatnI thought you wantednnBobby, baby, you make me blurrynSo blurry insidenI know I'm down home but InAlways thought a limousine wasnSomething to be laughed atnnSomething to be laughed at