Jennifer stops explaining
What’s on my mind
She doesn’t care about it
And there’s no crime
She tells me, who loves me?
Whe dropped my phone
But it’s allright

She thinks that talk is cheap
And now so do I
She knows she’ll never want to
Die on my side
She’s laughing, she’s crying
She never calls but it’s allright
She’s posing, relaxing
She loves herself
But it’s allright

She pulls me down
And while I’m seated
She pulls me down
And I’m back on the ground
Never let me down
You’re the best thing that I’ve found
Just try me, I’ll be round.

Just try me, I’ll be round…

(Silmarils, Jennifer, in Vegas 76, 2000, East West Records)