already upset. That you'll meet your demise in a drunken man's bed. Take another pull to make certain you forget. And to think that you're somebody's daughter
upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon Jenny Jenny you don't know the days I've tried telling backyard tales so
: Our story begins on a sunday afternoon Just between halfway tree and spanish town Where a young boy Not yet the cock o? the walk that he would soon
to style, I ain't got nothin' to prove I'm 'posed to smile, I ain't insecure, I'm 'vested in a piece of Carol's daughter I'm in so far, It rips up, insignificant
done Thats what you get for treating me like a fool i will tell you a real story happened not so far from here its about the best neighbour he was
know who the true living god is And all the orchards in the world Save the children So they worship what they know not And let evil lead them in the wrong direction Far
would be this hard Growin' up days as a black girl scarred In every ways till you've come so far They just know the name they don't know the pain So
I'm that old German's daughter Far across the deep blue water I still live by the old River Rhine Where you loved me And told me that you love me only
with them dubs that she threw on Dandy like candy, so you can get your chew on What'cha wanna do, what'cha gonna do When you find out that she's far
Our story beings on a Sunday afternoon Just between Halfway Tree and Spanish Town Where a young boy, not yet the cock of the walk That he would soon become
I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your King That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing I sang to my children before they strayed so far
... hey, hey, hey... there is a new story that we know needs to be written it tells of a world that needs a kind and gentle hand we pushed it so far with
sky was so blue Your eyes so green The air glittering So sudden, so swift Love came to us Just like a gift I lived here, you lived far away Our lives
Jenny Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea Far off we sail on to back o' the moon Jenny, Jenny you don't know the days I've tried Telling backyard tales so
how to buck them bitches (bustas) dead Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin dead Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous
a lake not far away. And changed them into swans like night time into day. 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell, the children would swim to the shore, their story
't hate me because i'm beautiful hate me because i'm good at everything I'm wooden maybe i shouldn't be showing my hand but so far everything's going
