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Jenny drinks everything in the kitchen sinkuntil she’s all messed up and she can barely thinkJenny cries, and then she sighs her final goodbyesdoesn’t wipe the teardrops from her eye ‘cause she’s on the brinkshe said, “the world just ain’t ready for a spirit like mei’ve never been so frustrated with humanityand I suppose that i’m the one who seems crazybut the world just ain’t ready for a spirit like me”Jenny smokes until she chokes and she’s flat brokeand her lungs are all caked up with a flat black coatJenny laughs, but she’ll fight back to show her packthat her kindness ain’t no weakness and she’ll reactgenuine, she’ll invite you in for a Jamesonshe’s a saint although ya know she likes to sinshe don’t budge, and she don’t judge she’s full of loveat the very least she’s always interesting From Letras Mania