Jennifer dates a man in a 60s cover band
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He's the Ess-dog, or Sean if you wish
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She's 18, he's 31
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She's a rich girl, he's the son
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Of a Coca-Cola middle man
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Kiss when they listen
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To "Brothers In Arms"
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And if there's something wrong with this
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They don't see the harm
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In joining their forces and singing along
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See those rings on her toes Check that frisbee in his Volvo
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It's a Volvo with ancient plates
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They've got a dog she named Trey
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A retriever with a frayed bandana around his neck
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Trey has a window into their relationship
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The baby talk voices
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And the post class-a nasal drip
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But it all seems to function
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At least in her dog's mind
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Let me out of here
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Let me out of here
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You got to let me out of here
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You got to let me out of here
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Let me out of here
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Out of here
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Out of here, out of here
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Let me out of here ill hit the ground running
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Jennifer left for school up in Boulder
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And the Ess-dog came to visit when he could
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But the strain was too much
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They could not make up for distance
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And the distance between their years
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Neither one listens
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To "Brothers In Arms"
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The Ess-dog waits tables
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And he sold his guitar
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Jenny pledged Kappa and she started pre-law
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And off came those awful toe rings
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Off came those awful toe rings
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Jenny and the Ess-Dog
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| Stephen Malkmus |
