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