Wallflowers

Jenny was only nine years old, kid sister of someone I know and she was pretty, ooh yes, she was She was a gorgeous little girl, happiest thing in the whole wide world and she was pretty, ooh yes, she was And then I left the place to become a man and I never thought I’d see her again and I even failed remembering her name But the other night at the Studio ’54, she came suddenly walking through the front door and she settled down in my mind again I can live for another thousand years when I see the eyes of Jenny Feels like I’m sailing to another place, another time There ain’t no more worries, no more fears when I see the eyes of Jenny It’s like they take me to where she knows, I’ll find a little piece of mind She told me she’s almost twenty-five, […]