She holds her drink, like a cheap James Dean
In the corner of the bar, out on second street
Outside, they're getting wild and loud
A camera flash could light up this town
Beauty queen, with small town dreams
A top shelf liquor at only seventeen
Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches
If she got the chance, she'd burn this town
Right down to dust and ashes
Behind the barrel of a smoking gun
She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue
Just a runaway, out to kill someone
Jenny, she's been around the block
From California to Wichita
She don't care much for attention
Her best friends are her addictions
Beauty queen, with million dollar schemes
She'll steal your heart, and your diamond ring
Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches
If she got the chance, she'd burn this town
Right down to dust and ashes
Behind the barrel of a smoking gun
She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue
Just a runaway, out to kill someone
It's a few pills, bad deals, got to get out of here
While we're still alive
Jenny is coming home with a loaded shotgun
And she's looking for a fight
Red lipstick and a cigarette
One wrong look and she would kill you dead
Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches
If she got the chance, she'd burn this town
Right down to dust and ashes
Behind the barrel of a smoking gun
She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue
Just a runaway, out to kill someone