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



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