| There’s a big numb stare
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| Coming off of his face
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| She’s laughing at the smoke
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| That’s coming out of his face
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| But this fool lives on the hill
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| And she don’t like to pay the bills
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| But she will
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| There’s a lot of talk about her
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| Behind her back
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| She’s good enough to need
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| But never to respect
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| They call her what they will
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| But when they’re done they pay the bill
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| They pay the bill
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| No more feeling
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| She don’t want it, she don’t need it
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| She will distance herself from feeling
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| ‘Cause she don’t need a better reason
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| No reason to hold back
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| Oh jenny
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| Well there’s husbands and there’s lawyers
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| And there’s factory employees
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| And there’s counsellours and mayors
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| With their presidential stares
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| There are lonely ones and liars
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| Looking for a way to buy her
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| And she don’t care
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| No more feeling
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| She don’t want it, she don’t need it
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| She will distance herself from feeling
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| She showers up and man believe me
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| She’ll be clean again
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| Clean again
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| Jennifer’s up and running
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| Working for the Fatman
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| Jenny’s in for anything
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| As long as her kids are eating
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| Pay up she’ll make you smile
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| Pay up she’ll make you smile, smile
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| Strange ideas, what am I doing here
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| She’s not familiar with this talk
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| They’re only looking at her rear
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| You can call her what you will
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| Angie, Rose or even Bill Hell, what you will
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| All the husbands, all the lawyers
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| All the factory employees
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| All the counsellours and mayors
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| Wow, so stunning how they dare
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| They dare to claim they know it all
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| The dirty looks they throw
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| She knows them all
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| No more feeling
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| She don’t want it, she don’t need it
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| She will distance herself from feeling
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| She showers up and man believe me
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| She’ll be clean again
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| Clean again
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| Jennifer’s up and running
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| Working for the Fatman
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| Jenny’s in for anything
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| As long as her kids are eating
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| Pay up she’ll make you smile
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| Pay up she’ll make you smile, smile
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| One more filthy memory |