Song Description

The trials and tribulations of a fictional female character.

Lyrics

Poor Miss Jones
by John O'Connell
3.15min

Poor Miss Jones,
It's a wonder how she kept from going under.
Make no bones shout about it,
Rip off the lid, kick up the dust,
And make a fuss about it.
Sticks and stones, don't you believe it,
You kill me with a whisper,
Drain that brain, pick up the pieces,
You take the best and leave the rest to burn your bridges.

It doesn't come easy,
Like everything else there is always a price,
And you can believe me,
If you look in my face, you have to look twice.

Warm red wine, ruby lipstick,
Crimson lace across your face you look seductive,
Cold champagne, the Champs-Elyse'es,
Beneath the moon below the stars,
I want to take you.
Touch that vein, do you feel the thunder,
When I think about the pressure I've been under,
Midnight train to Massachusetts,
Just to keep from going under.

But the way that you tease me,
The smile on your face, I'm caught in a chase,
And you can believe me,
If you look in my face you don't have to look twice.

Poor Miss Jones,
It's a wonder how she kept from going under,
Drain that vein. High cholesterol,
You never know the moment,
Pure cocaine, it's out to get you,
Wheeler dealer wouldn't think about your future.
Stocks and shares, think about it,
Just to keep from going under.