Biirdie Open Letter To Jenny
Jenny I’m jealous of the way you move
You are uncharacteristically perfectly cool
So perfect and sweet with your red hair and charms
I can’t take it, they shake me, these false alarms - false alarms
In a Rambler in Reno that’s when you let me know
You were a mean little bitch so young but so cold
To a frizzy-haired girl, bug-eyed and round
I wanted to love you but you put me down - put me down
Jenny I’m jealous of the things that you say
Up Crescent Heights to Sunset and through the canyons you play
In my car, that’s where stars fall
Is it all it’s cracked up to be?
Is it all it’s cracked up to be?
Do you want to be free?
Oh, Jenny I’m jealous of the way you move
You are uncharacteristically perfectly cool
So honest and good - please, baby, please
Save your bullets, don’t drop the rock on me - rock on me - rock on me
Take it away, Biirdie:
Ooh-wooh, ooh-wooh
Ooh-wooh, ooh-wooh
Ooh-wooh, ooh-wooh - ah ah ah
Ooh-wooh, ooh-wooh - ah ah ah
Ooh-wooh, ooh-we-oh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-wooh, ooh-we-oh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-wooh, ooh-we-oh, ooh - ah ah ah
Ooh-wooh, ooh-we-oh, ooh-ooh
Oh, Jenny I’m jealous but I think - think it’ll be okay