We grew up together in an urban town
Just me & Bill Jones always hanging around
A mumma´s little boy he was an only child
His clothes were always neat & his hair carefuly styled
Of all the games we would play I could´nt understad why
I would´ve to be the groom & let Billy be the bride
all those pretty dresses he´d love to wear
I would wear a floppy hat & he would put flowers in his hair
He would even wear my underwear
A few yeahr later we drifted apart
My family moved south to make a new start
I missed Billy, mum said that was wrong
Dad said ´that boy just don´t know where he belongs´
Where does he belong?
A few yeahrs later i was working in a bar
It was all smokey & dark, There was a bluesman playing guitar
When in walked a woman wearing emerald green
With a voluptuous figure, She was beautiful & lean
She was looking pretty mean
A full martini shaken not stirred
It was only till about after her 3rd
I started looking closely, Man i should of knowen
It was my old friend, You guessed it,
Billy JonesOh my god
Billy Jones! Oh shit
Billy Jones!
Tears filled our eyes as we began to speak
He would been living a lie, a life so descreet
It made me feel sad to hear him say
In a voice so sweet ´Honey you can call me Jane´
As the night wore on we spoke of yesterday
And how Billy had always knowen that he was gay
I never knew how much a person could change
From little
Billy Jones to lean, lusious Jane
Billy Jane Jones This Comes From My Heart
I hope your nights are filled with a thousand stars
But don´t waste your sweetness in the empty air
´Cause you do not know how cold & dark it´s out there
That is the ballad Of Billy Jane Jones
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