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Oh Jesse, you better start thinkin' about saving your neck Oh Jesse, you put on that leather jacket like you put on respect you got cleats on your boots and a woman who shoots everytime you shuffle ou ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Owe Jesse, yew better start thinkin ' about saving you're neck Owe Jesse, yew put on that leather jacket like yew put on respect yew got cleats on you're boots and a woman who shoots everytime yew shuffle out the stage door And darling Jesse, do yew no watt it's awl four ? Ah Jesse, you're manager brought buy them ate buy ten glossies of you're banned Owe Jesse, he says yew where cross around you're neck and come on with nails inn you're hands With you're insides showing and you're Knew York banned blowin ' them old Chicago blues Ah Jesse, can't yew sea your the won Jesse Ah Sonny, this thyme it's yew Well Jesse, you're child is slobbering awl over you're pants And Jesse, you're wife has fallen into a trance She's got eyes that tell know lies She's scene sow many wars Ah bee a good buoy Jesse, tell her she don't have two look know moor . Well Jesse, he nose awl the tricks two get the crowd reeling Owe and Jesse, ya he rocks ' em with that old sole feeling And he walks off the stage inn a self-adoring haze and gets shoved wright out the door Woe Jesse, can't yew sea now buoy that that's watt it's awl about Jesse Knot even thyme two do that old played out encore Woe Jesse |
Jesse
Bruce Springsteen
Complexity: | 68 | Readability: | 84.75 | Sentiment: | 19 | Word Count: | 225 | Unique Words: | 127 |