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Texty: The Dresden Dolls. No, Virginia.... Dear Jenny.

Boys wear overcoats in heat like this to keep themselves from showing
Girls fill out prescriptions for the tricks
That keep their hearts from growing
Specialists review the year in tears and call for drastic measures
Send them to resorts for boys and girls to get their wits together

Sad but true, the facts of life are bound to get you down
What's the use dear Jenny
Anyway the world is pretty
World is pretty

Ashley talks to astronauts back home by means of fax transmission
Andy gets a new tattoo each time he gets back bathroom privilege
Weary oh so drearily we wave our flags into the camera
Amber goes, the hotlines are all friends but no one ever answers

Sad but true, the truth can turn your smile to a frown
Oh, what's the use dear Jenny
Anyway the world is pretty, world is pretty
World is pretty upside down

The rates are better in the summer
The rates are better in the summer
Looks like old Jenny's doing better
Her rates are better in the summer

Back at home the broadcast warning bounces off of an empty table
Jenny asks the astronauts to sleep with her behind the stable
Christmas hasn't been the same since dad put in the central heating
Checks you before bedtime with a battery
To keep your new heart beating

And the world might turn a million times around
Before they tell you Jenny
Anyway the world is happy, world is happy
World is happy, world is happy

Sometimes they let strangers in
And other times they check their records
When they check out in the morning dad puts out the lie detectors
Jenny prays to God she's never heard of for a special warning
All the walls stay dead as Jenny's head is but she's still observing

Sad but true, the two of us might really make it through
Otherwise what's the use dear Jenny
Anyway the world is happy, world is happy
World is happy without you

The rates are better in the summer
The rates are better in the summer
Looks like old Jenny's doing better
The rates are better in the summer