Jack Knife Paroles

The outtuned whistle of borrowed strife.

The days bare, the nights unfair,

The times you're painfully aware.



Well, I'm gonna tell you what I am lookin for

I'm gonna tell you what I am lookin for,

Well, I'm not lookin for...



The cake's cut, the penny's luck,

The concerto's line's a passing (f)uck,


Well, I'm gonna tell you what I'm lookin for

I'm gonna tell you what I'm lookin for,

Well, I'm not lookin for...you.







Jasmien