Jenny Paluto by Lupia Lyrics

Poor Jenny Paluto
Her son was 17
When one night in cold Colorado
He drank his life away

Poor Jenny Paluto
She reported the news for all
Till she got a phone call
And she cannot talk at all

Poor Jenny Paluto
No one put a pity on her
For she slept around
With every guy in town

Poor Jenny Paluto
How did you get this far?
Would you call it God or simply fate?
Are you going to die a loner?

Poor Jenny Paluto
Always knew what to do
Poor Jenny Paluto
Always knew what to do
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Poor Jenny Paluto
Always knew what to do