Bobby, Billy, Belinda, Baby and Me
Bobby Brown threatened to knock me down
but Billy Blues took off his shoes
and with a barefoot blocked his fist
just as it brandished my wrist,
and even though they fought desperately in the rain,
neither bothered to complain.
They boxed and kicked and blew smoke
but neither even spoke.
Finally I cried, "Stop!"
"Belinda is calling a cop!"
So bloody and bruised, Billy put on his shoes.
Bobby was so muddy he looked really cruddy.
And though I felt bad because Billy was bloody,
I was bound to boast to my friends
how Billy had come to my defense.
And now Billy and me and baby makes three
and Bobby is history!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Oct., 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
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