7 acessos
Now jilly's on smack,
And she won't be coming back,
She won't be coming back,
For the holidays.
Jilly had a smile,
Spanned over a mile,
She left her standing in the aisle,
On the big parade.
Jilly always phoned her mother,
Mailed daily to her brother,
Until she took a junky lover,
And began to fade.
Now jilly's on smack,
And she won't be coming back,
She won't be coming back,
For the holidays.