Janey Needs a Shooter Lyrics

Janey needs a shooter - 1978 out-take Well Janey’s got a doctor who tears apart her insides He investigates her and he silently bates her sighs He probes with his fingers but he knows her heart Only through his stethoscope Hands are cold and his fingers so Janey turns him down like dope Chorus: Janey needs a shooter Jack, a shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter Jack, a shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style Well Janey’s got a priest from his marble pulpit he smiles He provides conciliation and confessions anytime Through the pages of his bible he hold from what Janey hides With her doors open wide she begs come inside But he’s frozen in the clear on the outside Well Janey’s got a cop who lives round the block And check on her every night From at through the jail outside her is sirens roars When he knows that I’m inside Well Janey’s small and sometimes he scares her So I held her real close, she flowed like a ghost And I told her bye, so long, I can’t play that dope Janey needs a shooter Jack, a shooter like me on her side Janey needs a shooter Jack, a shooter man who knows her style The way that I know her style The way that I know your style You need a man who knows your style