Bobby

Sneezing on the terrace tall
 Reminded of the time I met the law
 I should tell you something
 I didn't start a fight
 The feeling of taking someone's life

 Seems it happened some years ago
 (?) light and bend the truth
 She said he tried to take me
 Through a blurry sight
 Pressed up against this (?) wife

 Got the drunken letter home
 Appearing thought the telephone
 And I'm trembling at the thought
 Palpitating at the thought

 You were walking ahead that night
 Rushing back to do things, this and that
 It might've been a Sunday, or the day before
 Tommy came along for the stroll

 I never could tell what occupied
 face creates a faithful taste
 The police they found me
 To (?) the news
 Help recollect, respond to use

 She dragged him down a corridor
 Before you know, they're through the door
 Please come into my blue bar
 Strips against the bedroom wall

 Hide the whole thing, yeah we did
 Persuade as though we're left to live
 Nothing new to hide
 They loyal (?) is pride