| Song | Jenny |
| Artist | stellastarr* |
| Album | stellastarr* |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Jenny - stellastarr* | |
| Jenny was sitting in the lounge | |
| She was talking to herself | |
| Maybe things like that turn you on | |
| Maybe you felt bad for yourself | |
| Well I'm a believer, ya, ya, ya | |
| So, tell me the dreams that you might have | |
| Tell me the stories in your life | |
| There's a girl in Woodstock now | |
| And she'll never be your wife | |
| Well I'm a believer, ya, ya, ya | |
| Jenny's coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny's coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| You keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you'll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it's true that you're not me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Well, Jenny's coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny's coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| And you'll keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you'll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it's true that you're not me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny's coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny's coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| You'll keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you'll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it's true that you're not me | |
| And I guess it true that we ignore our mother | |
| And we change our color, change our friends | |
| It's a soul searching motherf**ker | |
| Hating that we're plain, hating that we're sane, Hating that we're sane to say the way we feel | |
| The pain is real, and never go down, | |
| Never shell out, never sell out, | |
| ‘cause below there's a soul that was stolen | |
| I know a million people that could be loved | |
| I'll never see you again, I'll never see you again, | |
| I'm all grown up, baby. | |
| Oh my God, she'll be coming after you in the summertime | |
| Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! | |
| Oh my God, she'll be coming after you in the summertime | |
| Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! | |
| Jenny! Jenny! | |
| Jenny, I'd bet you'd make your Mom so proud | |
| I need more sound! |
| Jenny stellastarr | |
| Jenny was sitting in the lounge | |
| She was talking to herself | |
| Maybe things like that turn you on | |
| Maybe you felt bad for yourself | |
| Well I' m a believer, ya, ya, ya | |
| So, tell me the dreams that you might have | |
| Tell me the stories in your life | |
| There' s a girl in Woodstock now | |
| And she' ll never be your wife | |
| Well I' m a believer, ya, ya, ya | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| You keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you' ll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it' s true that you' re not me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Well, Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| And you' ll keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you' ll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it' s true that you' re not me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| You' ll keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you' ll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it' s true that you' re not me | |
| And I guess it true that we ignore our mother | |
| And we change our color, change our friends | |
| It' s a soul searching motherf ker | |
| Hating that we' re plain, hating that we' re sane, Hating that we' re sane to say the way we feel | |
| The pain is real, and never go down, | |
| Never shell out, never sell out, | |
| ' cause below there' s a soul that was stolen | |
| I know a million people that could be loved | |
| I' ll never see you again, I' ll never see you again, | |
| I' m all grown up, baby. | |
| Oh my God, she' ll be coming after you in the summertime | |
| Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! | |
| Oh my God, she' ll be coming after you in the summertime | |
| Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! | |
| Jenny! Jenny! | |
| Jenny, I' d bet you' d make your Mom so proud | |
| I need more sound! |
| Jenny stellastarr | |
| Jenny was sitting in the lounge | |
| She was talking to herself | |
| Maybe things like that turn you on | |
| Maybe you felt bad for yourself | |
| Well I' m a believer, ya, ya, ya | |
| So, tell me the dreams that you might have | |
| Tell me the stories in your life | |
| There' s a girl in Woodstock now | |
| And she' ll never be your wife | |
| Well I' m a believer, ya, ya, ya | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| You keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you' ll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it' s true that you' re not me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Well, Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| And you' ll keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you' ll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it' s true that you' re not me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| Jenny' s coming after you, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh | |
| You' ll keep shining on, shining on | |
| But you' ll never know where your place will be | |
| And I guess it' s true that you' re not me | |
| And I guess it true that we ignore our mother | |
| And we change our color, change our friends | |
| It' s a soul searching motherf ker | |
| Hating that we' re plain, hating that we' re sane, Hating that we' re sane to say the way we feel | |
| The pain is real, and never go down, | |
| Never shell out, never sell out, | |
| ' cause below there' s a soul that was stolen | |
| I know a million people that could be loved | |
| I' ll never see you again, I' ll never see you again, | |
| I' m all grown up, baby. | |
| Oh my God, she' ll be coming after you in the summertime | |
| Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! | |
| Oh my God, she' ll be coming after you in the summertime | |
| Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! | |
| Jenny! Jenny! | |
| Jenny, I' d bet you' d make your Mom so proud | |
| I need more sound! |