2012年5月30日 星期三

of Montreal - Feminine Effects

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 that 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