Jenny I Read

Jenny I Read -Concrete Blonde

Jenny I read

Something you said about

Rock and roll and

Life and death ah Jenny I read

They carried you home

Broken beaten

All alone

Oh Jenny you said

Jenny you thought

Give them all that they want

Everything that you got

Oh Jenny my dear it's a

Wicked city

Once you're young stupid and pretty

And all the angry young boys

And all the angry young girls

They're making angry loud noises

Kicking back at the world

And all the angry young boys

And all the angry young girls

Jenny they cried

Jenny they screamed

Your picture in every magazine yeah ya wanted it all

But the American dream was nothing to write home about

She was the next big thing

And the telephone was ringing all of the time

You were wined and dined every night

Then one day it was over

And where are you now they wonder

And all the angry young boys

And all the angry young girls

They're making angry loud noises

Kicking back at the the world

And all the angry young boys

And all the angry young girls

Are you

Superstar

That's what you are

And all the angry young boys

And all the angry young girls

They're making angry loud noises

Kicking back at the the world

And all the angry young boys

And all the angry young girls

Behind their

Their fingers

Eyes aside

In sharp little whispers they say

It's her

It is her

What happened to her

She knows this

And she smiles

She doesn't look anything

Anything like her pictures

She used to be

She used to be

She used to be

But she knows this

And she smiles

For she has miles

And memories all to herself

Everything in between

Then and now

And all her images of everything in between

Now and then

And all

They

Have

Are pictures

Pictures