Bobby

Bobby has velvet skin. He's only seventeen. Raised by the hands of God. His mother was a slut. Now, birds they like him at school. That's 'cause he knows every rule. Bobby has velvet eyes. Dark as the evening skies. Skies. Skies. Skies. Skies. Come to me, Bobby, you see. This is yours with my love, dear. Come to me, Bobby, you see. This is yours with my love, dear. Come to me, Bobby, you See. This is yours with my love, Dear.