Jennifer String
The NonStick Pans
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Jennifer String, poor little thing,
Wakes up at eight to clean her skin.
If she doesn't have a dream to live in
At least she has her looks, her skin routine's not missing.
Can you really blame her
For wanting to look so young when she feels so old?
I've been told she once was a looker who once looked the wrong way
Now with one letter difference for those who would pay
Pay with empty words of praise she'll hear them start to say
Although it's cold, my dear I've told you,
In my arms I'll always hold you.
Just never tell me what you're thinking of.
Paul Jacob String, just clipped his wing
No longer wears his wedding ring.
And poor Jenny never bats an eyelid
Her husband's still a hero and he needs a sidekick.
Can you really blame him
For wanting to feel so young when he looks so old?
I've been told he was a libertine lover a philandering flirt
Never caring for others or the women he hurt.
Hurt with empty words of praise she'll hear him start to say
Although it's cold, my dear I've told you,
In my arms I'll always hold you
Just never tell me what you're thinking of.
The minds of some people fit straight though a needle
They'll never understand you.
There's no point appeasing, their judgement's unceasing.
Don't sacrifice peace of mind no one needs pleasing but you.
Jennifer's son. What has he done?
Poor little man's just like his mum.
If he doesn't have a dream to hand
He'll try to sell his soul to front a rock and roll band
Can you really blame him
For wanting to feel so old when he looks so young?
It's been done. A commonplace clichรฉ. A trite trivial trope.
It's all come full circle and we haven't a hope a hell.