What’s seeming quiet, in private rages   We’re a city of tigers pacing cages for Jennifer   Our sense of play, I sense is dimming   We’re an orphanage of children stimming for Jennifer, for Jennifer      Jennifer sits down in the shower for close to an hour   As troubles rain down like blows on her brow   Jennifer, we waited ‘till dawn with the hall lights left on   Worried you’d gone all skeletal blonde      A throng has gathered behind you   Dyed blonde where no one would find you   Song bird, you’re onward and dawnward    I’ve heard ‘potential’s’ a haunting word      Jennifer, I’m out on your lawn like a frustrated John   I’m fawning upon a skeletal blonde   Jennifer you put us all on in just a wig and chiffon   You were healthy and strong my skeletal blonde      A throng has gathered behind you, dyed blonde where no one would find you   A dove is not above a pigeon. There is true love without religion      A dove is not above a pigeon, there is true love without religion, Jennifer