She moved her hips, her arms and her legs
And her fake blonde hair also wrapped everything around
I was 11 years old, and I had never heard of that song
As we listened up, a friend of mine complained about it
He recognised, it was based on a sampler of a David Bowie's song
Her name was Jenny, and everyone in highschool knew about her
She had a badass tattoed boyfriend, and he had a motorcycle
As one long cloudy afternoon, she was beautiful and fragile
She was a different girl, she seemed a Caucassian teenager
As her body moved, my heart exploded and I was hypnotised and fragile
Jenny was a beauty, and everybody loved her in highschool
Some guys used to spy on her between classes
Some of them even said they watched her underwear
While she walked thru the alley of the third floor
I thought many times about the magic wisdom of her underwear
I couldn't stop seeing her dancing on that yellow recess
My friend couldn't stop complaining about that sampler
Girls used to rap everyday and guys used to dress like Vanilla Ice
It was 1991 and Jenny danced under the heat of that summer rays
I lost my will and thought I could imitate the tediously unvarying voice of Vanilla Ice
A few months later, Jenny had an awful accident in the motorcycle
Her badass boyfriend tried to avoid the red lights and a truck appeared out of nowhere
Jenny never returned to highschool, and someone told me her head crashed into the ground
And that she flew away for seconds and her legs also broke as she fall down
Her friends said she wouldn't dance again and that she suffered a terrible brain damage
