Jenny wants to be a painter
She's an artist and she knows it
She wants the lyrics to be freaky
They can fit with her soul
She's only 18
And she's so rock n roll
She takes that short cut, man
That makes her look so though
She's biting my lips as I'm stroking her hair
She's got a Lucky Strike in her hand
And some alcohol it's flowing in her veins, ‘cause life is so damn boring
You know I cannot find you
In all I've done
In all the things I made or
The words I spoke
You know, I can't retrieve you
But still I try
And still I don't know why
Jennifer Lewis, you're blowing my mind
She's alright, she's alright
She's with me
I wake up, hold back the vomit, listen to the Stereophonics
To recollect last night
She's so damn scary
She'll make you feel messed up
She's your hangover in the day
And your last smoke out in the night
She's biting my lips as I'm stroking her hair
She's got a Lucky Strike in her hand
Kissing, sitting on a car, now paint it Jenny, isn't it pure art?