Original lyrics
ENLittle Jenny`s in the closet
Hidin` for a week
She got no money in her pocket
No shoes on her feet
Little Jenny was a runaway
Didn`t like crowds
She got her body on the boulevard
Head up in the clouds
I say my my my
Jenny say good-bye
My my my
Jenny say good-bye
To the inner-city crazy
All night blues
The heavy heavy hitters
With the alligator shoes
She says „I like your mannersÂ"
I like your style
Why don`t you wait out in the kitchen
This is gonna take a while
(repeat chorus)
there`s nothin` wrong with her....
