Jenny passed by the other day
Well she didn't stay long, hadn't much to say
These days are the quiet kind
But its cold out there so I don't mind
Saw the Adams Family twice today
Still my little depression won't go away

Jenny came to see me
And like always she left too soon
Had some chemicals and wodka
Shared some secrets in the afternoon
Everything is routine in the usual way
See me slipping into urban decay

All we seem to do these days
is making telephone calls to each other
All we seem to do these days
In our very own little casual way
Is making telephone calls to each other
As we wait
We are waiting for the summer


(c) Gore Slut