Janie L.A

About my first love. How tragic the path she choose is.

You drew a drawing and got it tattoo
Didn�t tell anyone you were to afraid to
Felt life was too short for living at home
So you packed some bags and traveled alone

It didn�t take long before you were tired
You needed a place to rest for awhile
So you stuck out your thumb and what did you get
A mouth full of cum cause you sold yourself for a trip

Why sweet Janie you used to be so sweet
But you grew up to fast and always lived on the streets
Mother wasn�t home and daddy was dead
And it�s a hard life when you don�t have any friends

You went to see the angels in their own city
Hoping they�d be better then anyone else living
And ended up finding a replacement for your pity
You got high instead of working and fucked for some money

Now six long years have past sense you left
Sleeping with men who pay you for sex
Hoping one of them is a producer and will make you a star
It�s your only hope to get out of the back of the bars

I�ll tell you right now sweet Janie is gone
She was my first love but that�s all said and done
Now she�s a w***e down in LA
You can still find her any old day

Ohhhhhh Janie� I ask you why
Why did you leave and say your goodbyes
Could have been a doctor or at least something more
At least then sweet Janie you wouldn�t be a w***e