It's a shame that I don't love you better
Fateful words emblazoned on your sweater
Made to move him
From a distance
Every line to outline your resistance.
Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn?
Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn?
Fortunately he tries to placate her
The knots she ties
In almost all her clothes
Are growing greater by the day
Her April showers
Will have soon devoured
The alacrity of May.
Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn?
It was always going to end like this
It was always going to end like