Bobby

Bobby fell on the concrete
We had laughed, he did too
Blackened ice on the school grounds
Skipperettes starting soon
and I said Bobby won't you dance for me?
Audre's laugh from the kitchen
I can dance on your shoes
Ever since, she's been singing
Malachi four verse two, she said
We will sing like old guitars
And we'll dance like calves led from their stalls
Seeing all of heaven's bars
Really drinking
Chicken pox on my eyelids
I was young, you were too
Wearing socks like they're mittens
You were gone '72
And I said Bobby won't you dance for me
She said we will sing like old guitars
and we'll dance like calves led from their stalls
Seeing all of heaven's bars
Really drinking



Credits
Writer(s): Conner Cherland, The Rare Occasions
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