Jenny

She holds her drink, like a cheap James Dean In the corner of the bar, out on second street Outside, they're getting wild and loud A camera flash could light up this town Beauty queen, with small town dreams A top shelf liquor at only seventeen Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches If she got the chance, she'd burn this town Right down to dust and ashes Behind the barrel of a smoking gun She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue Just a runaway, out to kill someone Jenny, she's been around the block From California to Wichita She don't care much for attention Her best friends are her addictions Beauty queen, with million dollar schemes She'll steal your heart, and your diamond ring Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches If she got the chance, she'd burn this town Right down to dust and ashes Behind the barrel of a smoking gun She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue Just a runaway, out to kill someone It's a few pills, bad deals, got to get out of here While we're still alive Jenny is coming home with a loaded shotgun And she's looking for a fight Red lipstick and a cigarette One wrong look and she would kill you dead Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches If she got the chance, she'd burn this town Right down to dust and ashes Behind the barrel of a smoking gun She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue Just a runaway, out to kill someone