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Bobby Hunter Lyrics - Singles - Christine Anderson

Hey, Bobby Hunter, little Bobby Hunter 

What's your confusion today? 

Tell me your story, I find it really fascinating 

Watching how hard you play 

And how you tell me that you 

Want only me, love only me 

You couldn't tell me how much if you tried 

But since you blister my heart 

Rip my sucers apart 

I think I'm more than qualified to 

 

Kill, kill, kill, just for the thrill 

Little Bobby Hunter dead on a hill 

No more confusion, Bobby, no more doubt 

I just hope that you are glad that I could 

Help you out 

 

Hey, Bobby Hunter, little Bobby Hunter 

With whom have you been drinking tonight 

Since you're selfish and you live in fear 

You tell me what I want to hear 

But I know your story ain't right 

So, hey, Bobby Hunter, little Bobby Hunter 

With whom have you been drinking today? 

You owe me for the heartache 

The lies that you've told me 

And I think they time's come to pay... so 

 

Kill, kill, kill, just for the thrill 

Little Bobby Hunter dead on a hill 

No more confusion, Bobby, no more doubt 

I just hope that you are glad that I could 

Help you out 

 

Do you think I'm serious? 

Love is so mysterious 

Things get quite precarious 

You're going down, down, down 

 

It's a pity, Bobby Hunter 

Pretty witty Bobby Hunter 

Your stories, baby, I see right through 

You don't think that I analyze 

Enough to know you're telling lies 

Well, surprise, I know when you do 

You say you feel confusion 

I know that you're just schmoozin' 

I'm too enraged to hear what you gotta say 

And, baby, I can't control it 

You're gonna bite the bullet 

Let me help take the confusion away 

 

Kill, kill, kill, just for the thrill 

Little Bobby Hunter dead on a hill 

Whoah, whoah, whoah, watch Bobby go 

It's slipping like a serpent from him oh so slow 

Bang, bang, bang, it was the thing 

No more excuses, Bobby, no more pain 

No more confusion, baby, no more doubt 

I just hope that you are glad that I could 

Help you out