You, like me, feel yourself so f**in' free, f**in' cool at parties, with friends, don't care about caching some girl.. I've got the same force hey, You know that when you'll come back home Someone 'll be there to smile you a certainty She's different, almost. 30 years old, always, horny, excitied out yeah The tongue's out, but her foggy eyes can't stop me feeling her loneliness a mask, an excuse, an image to always say yes Jen Torn skin, sad small tits she has got, but a middle-age man fly her around, a choice or not!? The tongue's out, but her foggy eyes can't stop me to feel her loneliness, a lechery mask, to hide the sea of doubts: They bring her around, I feel it, doesn't she know!? I cry for her, It can take my happiness, do something more than lickin' their cumshots Jen Jen, I've loved her just a minute but it has been enough.