Jenny Wren - Bella Hardy
Think hard on what you're saying
We're victims all of our circumstances
Third forth and fifth chances
Just one or two bad choices
And lady luck forgets that you exist
How long would you be missed
Down a dark lane off Broadway
She warms her fingers
By the fires glow
At Bowery Mission Mainhouse
She tells her tales of
Who she used to be
Her life on broken dreams
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
Who's keeping score now Jenny Wren
If two strong towers can crumble down
Then it's the same the world around
The dust may fall by Sunday
On Monday she'll be
On her own again
Another ode to men
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
Who's keeping score now Jenny Wren
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
Who's keeping score now Jenny Wren
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
It all comes round again
