Jessica, I've seen your bruises
The ones you try to hide
You were out shopping, thought no one was looking
While in the grocery isle
Jessica, I knew this was happening
No need to see the proof
I'm about to do something to that good for nothing
Next time he lays a hand on you
Jessica, I saw you crying
Sitting on that old wooden stump
Just want you to know that no good so and so
May not be there when you get home
Jessica, you can relax now
And be anything that you want
I figured sooner or later I'd find some hungry gators
Down at the edge of Myrtle swamp
Now Jessica's no longer crying...
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
Jessica, I've seen your bruises
The ones you try to hide
You were out shopping, thought no one was looking
While in the grocery isle
Jessica, I knew this was happening
No need to see the proof
I'm about to do something to that good for nothing
Next time he lays a hand on you
Jessica, I saw you crying
Sitting on that old wooden stump
Just want you to know that no good so and so
May not be there when you get home
Jessica, you can relax now
And be anything that you want
I figured sooner or later I'd find some hungry gators
Down at the edge of Myrtle swamp
Now Jessica's no longer crying...
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