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Vains Of Jenna The Demos

: I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right. I'

: Yea Yea.. Yea... She's a love machine Doin' her rattlesnake dance, with her sex appeal Your little honey is the talk of the town When she's down on

1,2,3,4!! Road trip, of the late at night Getting wasted, do my last line Yea! Goin' in my chevy Gonna bottom up heavy Light my cigarette and feelin

away again! I took my shit and left a message to A lonely kid screamin', it's all about feeling Pissed off and out of control It's HARD TO BE VAIN in