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... ...