Song | Jenny |
Artist | stellastarr* |
Album | stellastarr* |
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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! |