Jenny I Read 歌词

歌曲	Jenny I Read
歌手	Concrete Blonde
专辑	Mexican Moon
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	作词 : Napolitano
	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've 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(Kickin' 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, you wanted it all but the
	American dream
	Was nothin' 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(Kickin' back at the world)
	And all the angry young boys(And all the angry young girls)
	Superstar, that's what you are
	And all the angry young boys(And all the angry young girls)
	They're making angry loud noises(Kickin' back at 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 of 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

	zuo ci : Napolitano
	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' ve 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 Kickin' 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, you wanted it all but the
	American dream
	Was nothin' 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 Kickin' back at the world
	And all the angry young boys And all the angry young girls
	Superstar, that' s what you are
	And all the angry young boys And all the angry young girls
	They' re making angry loud noises Kickin' back at 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 of 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

	zuò cí : Napolitano
	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' ve 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 Kickin' 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, you wanted it all but the
	American dream
	Was nothin' 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 Kickin' back at the world
	And all the angry young boys And all the angry young girls
	Superstar, that' s what you are
	And all the angry young boys And all the angry young girls
	They' re making angry loud noises Kickin' back at 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 of 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

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