Jenny

She'll steal your keys, she'll steal your car, she'll steal your mail, she'll fuck your heart

She doesn't mean to be a fiend, but she can't help it anymore

She sleeps in hotels and cars, goes home with strange men from the bar

She's out of luck, she's out of hope, cause Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope

She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope

She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope

She's still on, Jenny's still on, Jenny's still on dope

She's still on Dope

She's got bruises down her arms from eight long years of livin' hard

Her veins are all collapsed, so now she skin pops when she blasts