Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
Below a second story room
To whistle you down
The man who's let to divvy up
Time is a miser
He's got a silver coin
Only lets it shine for hours
While you sleep it away
There's one rare and odd style of living
Part only known to the everybody Jenny
A comical where's the end parade
Of the sort people here would think unusual
Jenny
Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
Far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon
Jenny
Jenny you don't know the days I've tried
Telling backyard tales
So to maybe amuse
O your mood is never giddy
If you smile I'm delighted
But you'd rather pout
Such a lazy child
You dare fold your arms
Tisk and say that I lie
There's one rare and odd style of thinking
Part only known to the everybody Jenny
The small step and giant leap takers
Got the head start in the race toward it
Jenny
Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
Far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon
That was a sigh
But not meant to envy you
When your age was mine
Some things were sworn true
Morning would come
And calendar pages had
New printed seasons on
Their opposite sides
Jenny
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
Below a second story room
To whistle you down
O the man who's let to divvy up
Time is a miser
He's got a silver coin
Lets it shine for hours
While you sleep it away
There's one rare and odd style of living
Part only known to the everybody Jenny
Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys
To push their flags into powdered soils and cry
No second placers
No smart looking geese in bonnets
Dance with pigs in high button trousers
No milk pail for the farmer's daughter
No merry towns of sweet walled houses
Here I've found
Back O' the Moon
Not here
I've found
Back O' the Moon
Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide Below a second story room To whistle you down The man who's let to divvy up Time is a miser He's got a silver coin Only lets it shine for hours While you sleep it away There's one rare and odd style of living Part only known to the everybody Jenny A comical where's the end parade Of the sort people here would think unusual Jenny Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea Far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon Jenny Jenny you don't know the days I've tried Telling backyard tales So to maybe amuse O your mood is never giddy If you smile I'm delighted But you'd rather pout Such a lazy child You dare fold your arms Tisk and say that I lie There's one rare and odd style of thinking Part only known to the everybody Jenny The small step and giant leap takers Got the head start in the race toward it Jenny Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea Far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon That was a sigh But not meant to envy you When your age was mine Some things were sworn true Morning would come And calendar pages had New printed seasons on Their opposite sides Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide Below a second story room To whistle you down O the man who's let to divvy up Time is a miser He's got a silver coin Lets it shine for hours While you sleep it away There's one rare and odd style of living Part only known to the everybody Jenny Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys To push their flags into powdered soils and cry No second placers No smart looking geese in bonnets Dance with pigs in high button trousers No milk pail for the farmer's daughter No merry towns of sweet walled houses Here I've found Back O' the Moon Not here I've found Back O' the Moon Explain Request ×
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