Jenny کے بول

there's a body in the tub in apartment ten there's a feeling that you'll never see your sanity again there's a nervous knock from the nervous hand outside cloud eight with a bullet ride the rocket on a downward slide if he ever comes back again pray to god that he'll understand that two words or less is all he could hope for if he wants to spend the night pray to god that he won't want to fight 'cause two words or less is all you'd be good for there's a shiver in your bones from last night's snow there's a fever in your chest and it looks as though the only friends that you got are the ones inside your head cloud eight with a bullet sad's bored and bored is dead there's a ringing in your ears and a churning in your guts there's a bitch on the telly and she's driving you nuts "there's a thousand different ways to feel better than you do right now could eight with a bullet let the supermodel show you how"