Plain Little Janie

Plain little Janie


Plain little Jane
How she makes me itch
I feel in a fever
My stomach is sick

Jane, Jane, Jane
I cannot learn my lessons
My mind is too full of
that petty peasant

Bad little Janie
My cousin, my foe
In her black wittle dress
Coal eyes, button nose

Janie Jane Eyre
Oh, I see you there
And these teethies are better to eat you with, my dear
Well, you’re ten years old
But I’m not fooled
You blasted little witch
When I’m home from school

You put on your spells
And you do your dark deeds
You’re a crude little animal
And the victim is me
And I’m tired of waiting
I’m through with your lies
I’m ready for your lips and your tongue
And your thighs

Oh, and Plain little Jane
What Mama does not know
Should be kept as quiet as the Yorkshire snow.