Take this into your bedroom and fuck it.
Little Jean,
Dancing queen.
First fucked when she was thirteen.
She did it with Jack,
A teenage smoker.
Months before that,
He would often grope her.
Her mother got divorced,
Her father left.
She lived with her mama
And her life was cleft.
Her mother kicked 'er out,
She'd seen boys in Jean's closet.
Jean sent the guys to her home that night,
Just so they could rob it.
She went to visit her father,
Her clothes and face ruined.
She looked like a ho,
Wait, I'm lying, she WAS doin' it.
She knocked on his door,
He opened it slowly.
"I'm your daugther."
He had a daughter this lowly?
"You're not my daughter, you look like a whore!"
"I know, but, see...I needed the money-more and more..."
The man didn't listen, he just slammed shut the door.
Jean lost it,
She exploded from inside.
Went up a cliff
To commit suicide.
She was about to make the jump
When she heard his whisper.
"What're you doing there,
Killin' Jean? God, I'll miss her."
"Jack? It's..."
"Been a while? Yeah, I know.
"Now listen to me girl, don't do-"
"No!"
"Now listen to me Jean,
"How much dough d'you got on you?"
"About fifty dollars,
"But that doesn't matter!"
Jack ran up to her,
Grabbed her by the shoulders.
"We can make some more money,
"We can start life over!"
"You...mean that, Jack?"
"Of course I do."
"I love you Jack..."
Jack pulled his gun out to shoot.
The shot rang out loud,
But nobody would care
If someone like Jean
Had even been eaten by a bear.
The stare in her dead eyes
Locked onto Jack face
Fell to the ground,
Her golden tresses all over the place.
Jack took the money
Hidden in her dress.
She'd stooped so low,
He'd find another gal to impress.
Pretty little Jean
Shot through the heart.
Dead, age eighteen.