Janey Needs A Shooter

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[Verse 1]
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Well, Janey's got a doctor who 
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tears apart her insides
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He investigates her and silently 
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baits her sighs
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He probes with his fingers but 
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knows her heart only through his 
stethoscope
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His hands are cold and his body's so
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Janey turns him down like dope


[Chorus]
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Janey needs a shooter now
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A shooter like me on her side
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Janey needs a shooter now
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A shooter man who knows her style
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The way that I know her style


[Verse 2]
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Well, Janey's got a priest from his
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 marble pulpit he smiles
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He provides consolation and he 
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hears her confession at anytime
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In the pages of his Bible he holds 
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from what Janey hides
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And with her doors open wide she 
begs, "come inside"
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But he's been frozen so long on the
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 outside


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[Chorus]
F#m   A       D       A
Janey needs a shooter now
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A shooter like me on her side
F#m   A       D       A
Janey needs a shooter now
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A shooter man who knows her style
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The way that I know her style


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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Well, Janey's got a cop who lives 
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round the block
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And checks on her every night
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And her skin turned pale as the 
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siren he'd wail outside
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When he knew I was inside
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Janey's small and sometimes he 
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scared her
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So I held her real close, she was 
more saint than a ghost
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And told her I so long had been 
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prepared for her


[Chorus]
F#m   A       D       A
Janey needs a shooter now
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A shooter like me on her side
F#m   A       D       A
Janey needs a shooter now
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A shooter man who knows her style
F#m   A       D       A
Janey needs a shooter now
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A shooter like me on her side
F#m   A       D       A
Janey needs a shooter now
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A shooter man who knows her style
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Oh, the way that I know her style
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A man who knows her style
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The way that I know her style
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A man who knows her style
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The way that I know her style
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A man who knows her style
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The way that I know her style
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A man who knows her style
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The way that I know her style
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A man who knows her style
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The way I know your style
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A man who knows your style
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The way that I know your style