Billy Jones

We grew up together in an urban town
 Just me and Bill Jones always hanging around
 A mumma's little boy he was an only child
 His clothes were always neat and his hair carefuly styled
 Of all the games we'd play I could'nt understad why
 I'd have to be the groom and let Billy be the bride
 all those pretty dresses he would love to wear
 I'd wear a floppy hat and he'd put flowers in his hair
 He'd even wear my underwear
 A few year 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 years later i was working in a bar
 It was all smokey and dark, There was a bluesman 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 of knowen
 It was my old friend, You guessed it, Billy Jones
 Oh my god Billy Jones! Oh shit Billy Jones!
 Tears filled our eyes as we began to speak
 He'd 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 don't know how cold and dark it is out there
 That's the ballad Of Billy Jane Jones