Jenny

She'll steal your keys, she'll steal your car, she'll steal your mail, she'll fuck your heart
She doesn't mean to be a fiend, but she can't help it anymore
She sleeps in hotels and cars, goes home with strange men from the bar
She's out of luck, she's out of hope, cause Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope

She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope
She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope
She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope
She's still on Dope

She's got bruises down her arms from eight long years of livin' hard
Her veins are all collapsed, so now she skin pops when she blasts
She's got twenty credit cards with different names inside her bra
She don't know how to cope, cause Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope

She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope
She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope
She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope
She's still on Dope

She says it will be different this time, that she really wants to stop and get clean
She's been to rehab 23 times and she never seems to say what she means
Detoxing feels like she's dying, she desperately wants to get out
Everyone who loves her is gone, no one believes her, her story's in doubt, Let's go now

She'll steal your keys, she'll steal your car, she'll steal your mail
She'll fuck your heart, she's out of luck, she's out of hope
Cause Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope
And always will



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Writer(s): David Frankle
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