Feminine Effects

Bobby, baby, you make me blurry
So blurry inside
I know I'm down home（downhome?） 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 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... ...