Billy Jones (written by Donna Simpson)
Well we grew up together in an urban town
Just me and Billy Jones always hanging around
He was a Mumma
His clothes were always neat and his hair carefully styled
All the games we
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All those pretty dresses that he
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A few years later you know we kinda drifted apart
My family moved south to make a new start
I missed Billy, Mum said that was wrong
Dad said
Where does he belong?
A few years later I was working in a bar
It was smoky and dark, there was a blues man playing guitar
When in walked a woman wearing emerald green
With a voluptuous figure, she was beautiful and lean
She was looking pretty mean
A full martini shaken not stirred
It was only until about after her third
I started looking closely, man I should have known!
It was my old friend; you guessed it, Billy Jones
Oh my god Billy Jones! Oh sh** Billy Jones!
Tears filled our eyes as we began to speak
He
It made me feel sad to hear him say
In a voice so sweet
As the night wore on we spoke of yesterday
And how Billy has always known that he was gay
I never knew how much a person could change
From little Billy Jones to lean, luscious Jane
Billy Jane Jones this comes from my heart
I hope your nights are filled with a thousand stars
But don
This is the ballad of Billy Jane Jones