"Jenni" lyrics
"Jenni"
I know a girl, she spends her night in the smoking section
Breathing in secondhand smoke
I can't keep my eyes from drifting off in her direction
If she's bad news, I wanna know
'Cause Jenni looking pretty with a nice cold beer in her hand
I hope she gets the message, that I wanna be more than a friend
I wonder will she kiss me holding hands both feet in the sand
'Cause I want her to say, that she wants me to stay
Yeah, Jenni
Mhmmm
She looks like the fire that I've been waiting on
To fix my shivering bones
And I've been hiding, running from love for way too long
Any other night, I'd stay sitting here alone but
Jenni looking pretty with a nice cold beer in her hand
I hope she gets the message, that I wanna be more than a friend
I wonder will she kiss me holding hands both feet in the sand
'Cause I want her to say, that she wants me to stay
Yeah, Jenni
I've been hiding, running from love for way too long
And I'm so damn tired, of thinking 'bout everything that could go wrong
Jenni looking pretty with a nice cold beer in her hand
I Hope she gets the message, that I wanna be more than a friend
Woah-oh
'Cause Jenni looking pretty with a nice cold beer in her hand
I hope she gets the message, that I wanna be more than a friend
I wonder will she kiss me holding hands both feet in the sand
'Cause I want her to say, that she wants me to stay
Yeah, Jenni
Ooh, Jenni, yeah-eah
Jenni
Writer(s): Jacob Robert Durrett, Jordan Dozzi, Kashus Culpepper
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