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 body's so old

Janey turns him down like 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



Well janey's got a priest from his marble pulpit he smiles

He provides concilation and confessions at anytime

Through the pages of his bible he holds from what janey hides

With her doors open wide she begs come inside

But he's frozen in the clear on the outside



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 cop who lives round the block and checks on her everynight

From at through the jail outside her house his siren 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.



Well janey needs a shooter jack

A shooter like me on her side

Janey needs a shooter jack

A shooter man who knows her style,

Janey needs a shooter jack

A shooter man on her side

Janey needs a shooter man

A shooter man who knows her style

The way that i know her style

A man who knows her style

The way that i know her style

A man who knows her style

The way that i know her style

A man who knows her style

The way that i know her style

A man who knows her style

The way that i know her style

A man who knows her style

The way i know your style

You need a man who knows your style

The way that i know your style

A man who knows her style

The way i know your style