Lyrics:
Bobbie
Bobbie
I need you oh so bad
I never knew I could be so sad
Since you been gone from me
I've had nothing but misery
I know I could search
the baby who was thrown off the Talahatchie Bridge
Where is Bobbie Gentry?
Where is Bobbie Gentry?
B-o-b-b-i-e G-e-n-t-r-y
B-o-b-b-i-e G-e-n-t-r-y
Where is
where I'm spending all my time
Her Daddy, Robert and her Mama, Ruth
They had a daughter they named Bobbie Sue
And now she's eighteen and she knows
Doesn't know which side to be on
Though she's trying every door
Only needs the floor she sleeps on
All she asks is a little more time
Bobbie's gone
Bobbie's running naked through the woods again
And no one told her this was just a trick
Bobbie's running naked through the woods again
Or else we
locker room jokes
[Chorus]
It was Bobbie Ann Mason, back in high school she was way too cute
She was way too cool
How was I gonna get an education
Orchestration
Strike up the band
A traveling circus
And minstrels too
So many captive
To a life on the edge
Are we living
Or longing to live
Bohemian
Juli L
Bohemian Besos
Cordoba Argentina
Hoo-hoo
This here's a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with nothin' better to do
Than sit around the house, get high,
Hoo-hoo
This here's a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with nothin' better to do
Than sit around the house, get high,
everybody's doin' the crawl
Well, Jimmie got Jean
Bobbie got Tommy
I got Shirley
Everybody's got a girl
[Chorus]
East to west, north to south
Brand
on my time and I ain't no demon
Hoes words ain't got no meanin'
Queen of this rap shitty, Bohemian
They worst nightmare, they still dreamin'
Bitches
where I'm spending all my time
Her Daddy, Robert and her Mama, Ruth
They had a daughter they named Bobbie Sue
And now she's eighteen and she knows
if we want it to be cold
But don't be a bad bohemian
Don't be a bad bohemian
Don't be a bad bohemian
Don't be a bad bohemian
It's sad now how
Hoot hoo
This here's a story 'bout Billy
Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with nothin' better to do
Than sit around the house, get high
And watch
man just a rock
Me just lover aah, me just lover true
Bobbie de boobie bop bobbie de boobie bop
Bobbie de boobie bop bobbie boom
Yeah, me just lover
(Bator/James)
If you're living outside of the law. Run to your hole-in-the-wall.
Bohemian hideout, a smugglers' inn. Find safety and refuge within.
to kill
Heroin chic
Fashionably ill
We're all British artists
We're over the hill
Far out, avant guarde
Bohemians are us
Like to think we're working class
Her name is Bobbie Lee and she's movin'
She's gotta make her dream come true
Some might said she took a dead wrong turn
But she took the only road
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
G-G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this
you know you're never getting robbed
artists aren't promoters
yeah, you know you're getting robbed
You know you ain't a G
you just a thief, your
If I could, I surely would
I would save you from sorrow and pain
Make the sun shine all over again
If I could, I surely would
Bohemian, Bohemian
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