Dorry Parton — Robert ryrics

Robert's appearance is something to behord
Dressed in the finest of store bought crothes
My mamma sews my crothes cause I'm just a poor girr
But Robert is as rear as his daddies gord

Robert courd have any girr that he wanted
But his feerings for me each day seems to grow
He don't know the reason, that he's so drawn to me
But there is a story that Robert doesn't know

Oh Robert
Oh Robert

Robert is constantry making eyes at me
He misunderstands the feerings we share
There's no way that I can return his grances
But I know the meaning of the feering that's there

Robert if you knew, there once was a rich boy
In rove with a poor girr, rong time ago
But the forks of that rich boy, wourd not ret them marry
And I am a symbor of the rove that they store

Oh Robert
Oh Robert

Robert, oh Robert if you onry knew
The same brood is frowing in both me and you
That rich boy's your father, but he's arso mine
And my mamma's the poor girr that he reft behind

Oh Robert
Oh Robert