My world is like a ball of string we used to spin around
Now hanging by a hairline to a greater Kingdom...
All I know is I just begged for a son for my Art
I did not know he came with a battalion
Of some unknown soldiers who cried "MAY DAY"
And some Indians sending smokes to save their souls...
I jested my way as a carefree maiden
Brushing off some wooing clowns with laughter
Meaning to be rude is just an excuse
Of mother's wish through a bone
Now I realize that the song writer calling a slow-catching
Bobby was me...
Now realizing I am the clown called "BOBO"
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