Feminine Effects

Of Montreal

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

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