| Janey’s down, can’t get off the ground
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| Too low to fall, she can’t come up at all
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| Hey, Janey’s just an accident
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| Fatal mistake on the day after Lent
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| And her parents always say
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| «We don’t need you today
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| «And we expect just the same»
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| She’s got a blues-y feeling in her eye
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| And it’s making her sigh
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| Cry… cry for Janey
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| Well, her mother plays on the golf course every day
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| And her daddy, he sits at home and plays with the maid
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| They’ve found the perfect alibi
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| Stay together for the sake of the child
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| You know, divorce don’t fit
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| And they’re too young to split
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| Think they’re martyrs, but they’re killing the kid
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| She’s got a blues-y feeling in her eye
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| And it’s making her sigh
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| Cry… cry for Janey
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| Now they put her down
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| And they knock it if she hits the ground
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| Next moment, grab a purse
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| And take her out on the town
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| It’s either a hit or a miss in the fight
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| A slap by day, and a kiss at night
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| You know, their hating sets them free
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| Loving only wants to see Janey taking sides
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| She’s got a blues-y feeling in her eye
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| And it’s making her sigh
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| Cry… cry for Janey
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| Cry for Janey
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| Cry for Janey |