Jane Fakes A Hug by The Wrens Lyrics

Jane fakes a hug
She throws herself down on the rug
What's wrong
My dragging days are whipping long
I can't go on
Time chained friendless
Oh Jane let's end this

I'd tell her more my thinking
But she'd just stare back blinking
Can't find attraction hate our new house
She don't get, don't get my work

Jane's made me flirt
In fact I've met this girl, Annette
I made a pass my life's a crumbled mess
I took the girl's address
She just broke up with Paul and I think Jane knows her

Boredom crept up and found me
Temptation follows, mounts me
Our oaths our realty a good job a husband
A husband or what
Christ, Jane, I'm not, I never was
She turns spits out
We're done get out
I wanna say good luck
But I don't wanna hold you up
You bastard son of dirt
Can't picture our house without you
Two Aprils go
I'd offer all to God on high
Tell why I got this far with none for wife
This charming life
I can't un-Jane me
She married Paul that fall
Aprils ago