Plagued in porn for many days
Tried and trained all my old waves
Spain won't drop out anytime
I give permission to lose my mind
Lot's of hate, never lose your words
Concentrated on the curse
And I tell myself it's only time
Before I fall or before I cry

And Bob is all alone
Bobby's on the phone
Bob is always stoned
Bobby's on the phone

All I need is someone to hold
But first I need something like a soul
In just one minute, I will be
Frustration complaced with me
Compose my hand, baby one I need
I believe that I'm strong to destroy
The kids out my house
One at a time

Bobby's out cold
Bobby's gonna phone
Bob is always stoned
Bobby's on the phone

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Writer(s): Ariel Marcus Rosenberg