Jenny drinks everything in the kitchen sink
until she’s all messed up and she can barely think
Jenny cries, and then she sighs her final goodbyes
doesn’t wipe the teardrops from her eye ‘cause she’s on the brink

she said, “the world just ain’t ready for a spirit like me

i’ve never been so frustrated with humanity

and I suppose that i’m the one who seems crazy

but the world just ain’t ready for a spirit like me”



Jenny smokes until she chokes and she’s flat broke

and her lungs are all caked up with a flat black coat

Jenny laughs, but she’ll fight back to show her pack

that her kindness ain’t no weakness and she’ll react



genuine, she’ll invite you in for a Jameson

she’s a saint although ya know she likes to sin

she don’t budge, and she don’t judge she’s full of love

at the very least she’s always interesting