Jen is bringin the drugs She wants to get real fucked up She used to laugh and smile But the years of denial Have taken their toll on her dial But me, I do as I please I caught you and I set you free Cause I have been left alone By the people Ive known And I dont know when theyre coming home And Jen dont wanna be seen But I saw her in a swank magazine She had an airbrushed face But the lines of distaste Were crossed without crossing of legs And I dont want to be found So when you get home Im skipping town Im leaving to go some place Where nobody will Have any clue where I am And Jen is bringin the drugs Shes gonna get me fucked up Cause love is an inkless pen Its a tavern, its sin Its a horrible way to begin Fuck it
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