Bobby, since when
I saw you,
I've not
You,
Haven't you,
Bobby,
Your golden brown
Hair,
Glistening
And coming over
The face,
Hiding the face
Sometimes.
Since when saw you,
Saw you, Bobby,
Frankly speaking,
I couldn't,
Couldn't Bobby,
You
And your face,
The golden hair
Glistening
And hanging over
The shoulders
And the curls over
The face,
Bobby.
Bobby,
Bobby, if believe you not,
I can show,
Show it to you,
How much do I,
Do I love you,
Love and like you,
If believe you not,
Can show it to you,
How much do I love you,
Bobby,
Just for a glimpse
Of your face,
Lie I in wait for?
Your bobby cut hairstyle,
Golden and glistening,
The voice so sweet,
A face-cutting so live
And lovely,
The eyes so magical,
Lustrous
With a craze
For modernity and modern living,
So romantic and passionate,
Dreamy and colourful,
So up-to-date and latest
I haven't,
Haven't,
Bobby.
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