[Intro:]
Hey! It's so good to meet you, finally
Yeah, no, I was coming from Culver City; I was meeting a friend
I'm glad that we could make today work
[Verse 1:]
He’s swinging for the fences
He likes that I can sing, and I like that he’s from Texas
I could be the one to settle down with him
Build a homestead out of town
A little on the short side
But it’s not like I’m in heels when I’m walking on the shoreline
He’s got a place in Redondo, and he
Took me back to the condo
Velvet and gold
Head to his toes
(You know how I feel about that, and)
Eligible
A head above most
(I don’t know what to do with this man)
[Chorus:]
Ooh, Bobby, it would
Be nice, it would
Be a magazine life
Be something they could envy
Something that could tempt me, Bobby
So clean, but it’s
Probably not what I need
Hey, what you playing safe for?
It’s not what I was made for, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
[Verse 2:]
I don’t believe in fences (nuh-uh)
They keep out all the people that are rough around the edges
I never thought I’d make a hundred grand (not even close)
So I keep my money in an open hand
But Bobby is a classic man (oh, Bobby is a classic)
He put the needle on the record and he asked me if I wanted to dance
Oh, this would be a good life, if I (so good if I)
Only cared about a good time
Beautiful art
Amazing cigars
(You know I’m a sucker for that, and)
Martinis at dark
The beat of his heart
(How am I going to break it to him?)
[Chorus:]
Ooh, Bobby, it would
Be nice, it would
Be a magazine life
Be something they could envy
Something that could tempt me, Bobby
He does it so clean, but it’s
Probably not what I need
Ooh, what you playing safe for?
It’s not what I was made for, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
Ooh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
Ooh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
[Verse 3:]
I knew that he’d be texting
The only thing he’s missing is a woman standing next to him
He’d tell me we’re meant to be, and I’d
Have to tell him that it wasn’t me
But he beat me to the punches
He used to be a boxer; I should’ve seen it coming
And ever since he went and did that, well
I’ve been wishing that he’d come back
Oh, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
Ooh, oh, Bobby, Bobby, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
[Outro:]
I mean, not really
I get it, I understand, I…
I was thinking, like, maybe one, maybe two more dates?
Bobby was written by Alma Cook.
Bobby was produced by Chris Thigpen.