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