Jack is just as slender as he is tall
When he walks the girls track him up and down the halls
He's so kind but he's never fallen victim to their eyes
The face he wears is simply a disguise
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
Some days he won't come to school at all
The next day he'll show up with cigar marks on his arms
During lunch he sits alone or in the office down the hall
You hear rumors about him but there's no way of knowing if those things are true at all
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
At the parties he spends his time in closets
Or locked inside a room with other boys
It's never really been much of a problem
When it's over he leaves without a noise
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
Jack is just as slender as he is tall
When he walks the girls track him up and down the halls
He's so kind but he's never fallen victim to their eyes
The face he wears is simply a disguise
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
Some days he won't come to school at all
The next day he'll show up with cigar marks on his arms
During lunch he sits alone or in the office down the hall
You hear rumors about him but there's no way of knowing if those things are true at all
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
At the parties he spends his time in closets
Or locked inside a room with other boys
It's never really been much of a problem
When it's over he leaves without a noise
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
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