Janey Needs A Shooter – Bruce Springsteen
Genre Rock

LYRIC
Janey Needs A Shooter

Well, Janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides
He investigates her and he silently bates her sighs
He probes with his fingers but he knows her heart only through his stethoscope
Hands are cold and his body's so old
Janey turns him down like dope

Janey needs a shooter, Jack
A shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter, Jack
A shooter man who knows her style
The way that I know her style

Well, Janey's got a priest from his marble pulpit he smiles
He provides consolation and confessions at anytime
Through the pages of his Bible he holds from what Janey hides
With her doors open wide she begs, "come inside"
But he's frozen in the clear on the outside

Janey needs a shooter, Jack
A shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter, Jack
A shooter man who knows her style
The way that I know her style

Well, Janey's got a cop who lives round the block
And checks on her every night
From at through the jail outside her house his siren roars
When he knows that I'm inside
Well, Janey's small and sometimes he scares her
So I held her real close she flowed like a ghost
And I told her bye, so long, I can't play that dope
Well Janey needs a shooter, Jack
A shooter like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter, Jack
A shooter man who knows her style
Janey needs a shooter, Jack
A shooter man on her side
Janey needs a shooter man
A shooter man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way that I know her style
A man who knows her style
The way I know your style
You need a man who knows your style
The way that I know your style
A man who knows her style
The way I know your style

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