(From Indie/Rock Playlist: July - 2008) Bobby baby You make me blurry So blurry inside I know 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 Something to be laughed at I was a teenager When ya took me From my momma'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