Invert the Jenny Songtext
von Sarah and the Safe Word
Invert the Jenny Songtext
(... Shit!)
What else can I tell you?
I got blocks six through twenty
Of forged Inverted Jennys
They′ll fetch me plenty if I try
I've made minor mutilations
To the top right perforations
It′s still worth a fortune to the FBI
If I can fence them in Detroit
And the rest have been destroyed
It's not about the money, it's the filthy little joys
Catch me in June and I′ll be out by July
Just when the Postmaster General thinks he′s got me in the crosshairs
You spot they're fake, that means you′ve nailed me dead to rights
When I slip through the cracks in your fingers like the devil may care
Can't sell it back, those Penny Blacks, they won′t be turning dimes tonight
Once I met this nice guy
Two rows in mint condition
Against his father's wishes
I took the whole collection
(But they were printed upside down!)
Well, thanks to me, they won′t be found
They're some of my best work
And don't they look so pretty now?
Just when the Postmaster General thinks he′s got me in the crosshairs
You spot they′re fake, that means you've nailed me dead to rights
When I slip through the cracks in your fingers like the devil may care
Can′t sell it back, those Penny Blacks, they won't be turning dimes tonight
The closer you look, the less you see
The more you don′t know, you can't hurt me
Normal′s just a cycle on a washing machine
Fine art's just a money laundering scheme
(Can't say I didn′t warn you
Best not to kiss and tell
We shared some chic hotels
It′s every woman for herself)
The biggest gamble you can take
Friends mean nothing in this game
Cheers for your donation
Time to get a stronger safe!
Just when the Postmaster General thinks he's got me in the crosshairs
You spot they′re fake, that means you've nailed me dead to rights
When I slip through the cracks in your fingers like the devil may care
Can′t sell it back, those Penny Blacks, they won't be turning dimes tonight
Just when the Postmaster General thinks he′s got me in the crosshairs
You spot they're fake, that means you've nailed me dead to rights
When I slip through the cracks in your fingers like the devil may care
Can′t sell it back, those Penny Blacks, they won′t be turning dimes tonight
They won't be turning dimes tonight
(Signed, sealed, delivered, baby!)
They won′t be turning dimes tonight
What else can I tell you?
I got blocks six through twenty
Of forged Inverted Jennys
They′ll fetch me plenty if I try
I've made minor mutilations
To the top right perforations
It′s still worth a fortune to the FBI
If I can fence them in Detroit
And the rest have been destroyed
It's not about the money, it's the filthy little joys
Catch me in June and I′ll be out by July
Just when the Postmaster General thinks he′s got me in the crosshairs
You spot they're fake, that means you′ve nailed me dead to rights
When I slip through the cracks in your fingers like the devil may care
Can't sell it back, those Penny Blacks, they won′t be turning dimes tonight
Once I met this nice guy
Two rows in mint condition
Against his father's wishes
I took the whole collection
(But they were printed upside down!)
Well, thanks to me, they won′t be found
They're some of my best work
And don't they look so pretty now?
Just when the Postmaster General thinks he′s got me in the crosshairs
You spot they′re fake, that means you've nailed me dead to rights
When I slip through the cracks in your fingers like the devil may care
Can′t sell it back, those Penny Blacks, they won't be turning dimes tonight
The closer you look, the less you see
The more you don′t know, you can't hurt me
Normal′s just a cycle on a washing machine
Fine art's just a money laundering scheme
(Can't say I didn′t warn you
Best not to kiss and tell
We shared some chic hotels
It′s every woman for herself)
The biggest gamble you can take
Friends mean nothing in this game
Cheers for your donation
Time to get a stronger safe!
Just when the Postmaster General thinks he's got me in the crosshairs
You spot they′re fake, that means you've nailed me dead to rights
When I slip through the cracks in your fingers like the devil may care
Can′t sell it back, those Penny Blacks, they won't be turning dimes tonight
Just when the Postmaster General thinks he′s got me in the crosshairs
You spot they're fake, that means you've nailed me dead to rights
When I slip through the cracks in your fingers like the devil may care
Can′t sell it back, those Penny Blacks, they won′t be turning dimes tonight
They won't be turning dimes tonight
(Signed, sealed, delivered, baby!)
They won′t be turning dimes tonight
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