There once was a girl who loved Jack,
tightly wrapped in a brown paper sack.
She’d unscrew his top
and then drink till she’d drop
’cause she swore that she’d never look back.
There once was a girl who loved Jack,
tightly wrapped in a brown paper sack.
She’d unscrew his top
and then drink till she’d drop
’cause she swore that she’d never look back.
Beth Bishop 