Текст песни Jennifer

Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute. Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion, the shaving of bone, the lingering taste of singed enamel. The negatives, Jennifer. Such uncompromising positions I said, "You don't need a doctor honey, you need a mortician baby. Because I don't want your money, I don't want your favors. This ain't no blackmail this is for amusement. Don't shady pasts make interesting broadcasts? And human error is never an acceptable answer, Jennifer.