One night my wife Kim suggested
that I write a song about a little girl that grew up
without a father. I started working with the idea and
before too long had a song about a stripper: not exactly
what Kim had in mind!
I received an Honorable Mention for Jenny in the 2004
Billboard Songwriting Contest.
Jenny
She cries to herself
as she’s dressing
Lipstick and rouge for impressing
Men whose lives are callused and cold
Dark empty hearts where no love takes hold
It’s a long night ahead when you’re making
Lure for satin’s soul taking
She hates that first step through the door
Burned by the flame but drawn back for more
[Chorus]
Jenny dances for strangers
A few dollars and a drink and she’ll do you favors
A hundred men will pay to watch her move
On the seedy side of town, in some smoky, dark room
Their lusty stares somehow soothe her wounds
She wants for money, she wants for love
Emptiness nothing yet has touched
Long nights, hard life, no defenses
Never once daddy’s little princess
She could have been sitting on his knee
Rocky-a-bye baby, just turned three
He left never holding her close
Without his love her little broken heart froze
[Chorus]
Jenny dances for strangers
A few dollars and a drink and she’ll do you favors
A hundred men will pay to watch her move
On the seedy side of town, in some smoky, dark room
Their lusty stares somehow soothe her wounds
Words and Music by Fred W. Black, 2003
Copyright 2003, by Fred W. Black all rights reserved
Use or reproduction without permission
is prohibited.
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