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Well now Jenny Lee she was a ******   She made about a grand a night But Jenny, she weren't no looker   She could give a man one hell of a fright We used to wonder how she stayed so busy   Good Lord, she was almost rich The other gals on the corner didn't like her   They all called her a skanky old witch One night Jenny Lee was out working   Making a midnight run She was just gettin' done with a client   Got a call from Reverend Simmons' son He said, "Jenny Lee, you know I been lookin'   "Been admirin' your stuff from afar "And I'm hungry for what you got cookin'   Could you meet me in a half of an hour?" She said, "Ben Simmons, I just don't believe it   "Mister, you ought to be ashamed "Don't you care 'bout your reputation?   "Why you wanna play this game?" "I ain't nothin' like my daddy",   He said, "Sometimes I gets me an itch "And my daddy's money can't scratch it   "Besides, he's a son of a ***** Now Jenny's jaw dropped wide opened   Said "Simmons you just crossed the line" Said "Your daddy's money can't scratch your itch   "But it can sure as hell scratch mine!"
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Jenny Lee & the Preacher's Son
Well now Jenny Lee she was a ******   She made about a grand a night But Jenny, she weren't no looker   She could give a man one hell of a fright We used to wonder how she stayed so busy   Good Lord, she was almost rich The other gals on the corner didn't like her   They all called her a skanky old witch One night Jenny Lee was out working   Making a midnight run She was just gettin' done with a client   Got a call from Reverend Simmons' son He said, "Jenny Lee, you know I been lookin'   "Been admirin' your stuff from afar "And I'm hungry for what you got cookin'   Could you meet me in a half of an hour?" She said, "Ben Simmons, I just don't believe it   "Mister, you ought to be ashamed "Don't you care 'bout your reputation?   "Why you wanna play this game?" "I ain't nothin' like my daddy",   He said, "Sometimes I gets me an itch "And my daddy's money can't scratch it   "Besides, he's a son of a ***** Now Jenny's jaw dropped wide opened   Said "Simmons you just crossed the line" Said "Your daddy's money can't scratch your itch   "But it can sure as hell scratch mine!"
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
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