I've been waiting here for at least two hours
I've disposed of the chocolates and the wilted flowers
I knew you wouldn't turn up you've done it before
I'm a glutton for punishment I hate you Jenny Moore
Just because you're gorgeous and six foot three
The double of Cindy Crawford with a master's degree
That doesn't mean you can lie and treat me like dirt
I've had enough Jenny Moore I'm sick of being hurt
You always strut around without care or affection
Looking in the mirror all day admiring your reflection
Spending people's money on designer shoes and clothes
Flaunting your big breasts and your million pound nose
I hear you on the phone stringing someone else along
Another helpless victim falling for the same old song
Showing off on facebook bragging how popular you are
It's quite pathetic you're not that magnetic
I hate you Jenny Moore
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