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Jack Knife the Jack knife, the bitch of a wife The outtuned whistle of borrowed strife. The days bare, the nights unfair, The times you're painfully aware. Well, I'm gonna tell you what I am lookin for I'm gonna tell you what I am lookin for, Well, I'm not lookin for... The cake's cut, the penny's luck, The concerto's line's a passing (f)uck, Letras de cancionesThe empty shell, the glimpse of hell And now I know you all to well. Well, I'm gonna tell you what I'm lookin for I'm gonna tell you what I'm lookin for, Well, I'm not lookin for...you. Jasmien From Letras Mania