Jenny

[Skit: PSA]
Hey, it's that new girl in our math class!
(You know her?)
Not very well, I wish I did
I don't know what it is—
But there's something about her you like

[Chorus]
Jenny, I got you
I got you all over my mind
But you don’t need no loving from me
You getting it all from other guys
That ain’t right

[Verse 1]
You behave like seventeen but look like twenty-three
Does your mind catch up with your body’s maturity?
I know your real life, not your ideal life
So you do what you feel like, when you don’t feel right
You run away from the real type
And go towards the temporary appeal type

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t say you don’t know better
Cause you know…

[Chorus]
Jenny, I got you
I got you all over my mind
But you don’t need no loving from me
You getting it all from other guys, that ain’t right
I just want a chance to prove me right
I know I’m so much better for ya
Than whoever you’re fucking tonight, alright

[Skit: PSA]
(Yoo-hoo!)
Jenny thinks that she has the key to popularity
Parking in cars with the boys at night
When Jerry brags about taking Jenny out
He learns that she dates all the boys

[Verse 2]
I watched you switch up the persona
You went from chasing diplomas
To giving head on the sofa, too mediocre (woah!)
And now your attitude’s a roller-coast
Plus, you switch up your character like a TV show
Tasting your own medicine, now you see the reaction
I love to see you overreacting
But you can carry yourself better than that and
Take a look, you can do better than that kid
Intuition is lacking (ha)

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t say you don’t know better
Cause you know…

[Chorus]
Jenny, I got you
I got you all over my mind
But you don’t need no loving from me
You getting it all from other guys, that ain’t right
I just want a chance to prove me right
I know I’m so much better for ya
Than whoever you’re fucking tonight, alright?

[Skit: PSA]
"Nothing like being Ms. Popularity—yeah!"
No, girls who park in cars are not really popular
Not even with the boys they park with
Not when they meet at school or elsewhere...

[Outro]
She don't like the lights, she don't want the clothes
She don't like reflections, she don't like to show
Put concealer on just to hide the lows
She don't know she'd be Marilyn Monroe
If she just left it alone, if she just let herself go
Fake attitudes run loose to seclude her blues
Her jewels too, another tool to shoo away her true colors
It's a cool cover designed to disguise and hide under
Created by cruel mothers and rude brothers
Who use rubbers and abuse others
A world of fake friends who chase after fake lovers
And flawless hearts are corrupt by dark thoughts
Who can't stop blaming their faults for love lost