Lyrics:

Well janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides.He investigates her and he silently bates her sighsHe probes with his fingers but he knows her heart only through his stethoscope.Hands are cold and his body's so oldJaney turns him down like dope.Janey needs a shooter jackA shooter like me on her sideJaney needs a shooter jackA shooter man who knows her styleThe way that I know her styleWell janey's got a priest from his marble pulpit he smilesHe provides concilation and confessions at anytimeThrough the pages of his Bible he holds from what janey hidesWith her doors open wide she begs come insideBut he's frozen in the clear on the outsideJaney needs a shooter jackA shooter like me on her sideJaney needs a shooter jackA shooter man who knows her style,The way that I know her styleWell janey's got a cop who lives round the block and checks on her everynightFrom at through the jail outside her house his siren roars when he knows that I'm insideWell janey's small and sometimes he scares her[Janey Needs a Shooter lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]So I held her real close she flowed like a ghostAnd I told her bye, so long, I can't play that dope.Well janey needs a shooter jackA shooter like me on her sideJaney needs a shooter jackA shooter man who knows her style,Janey needs a shooter jackA shooter man on her sideJaney needs a shooter manA shooter man who knows her styleThe way that I know her styleA man who knows her styleThe way that I know her styleA man who knows her styleThe way that I know her styleA man who knows her styleThe way that I know her styleA man who knows her styleThe way that I know her styleA man who knows her styleThe way I know your styleYou need a man who knows your styleThe way that I know your styleA man who knows her styleThe way I know your style