» Jean, Jean, Jean
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You got to me so, you got to be so damn smart


But then you broke my heart


About a thousand times


If that's not a crime I don't know.


 


 


Oh, tell me what are you made of and why did you run?


What are you afraid of?  Why can't you see that


I'm not the Jekyll and Hyde


That you used to know?


 


 


Jean, Jean, Jean,


What does it mean, mean, mean


When you call me on the telephone?


 


Does it mean perhaps you miss me?


Does it mean you might like to kiss me?


Does it mean that there's a part that just can't let go?


 


Jean, Jean, Jean,


What does it mean, mean, mean


When those voices start to take control?


 


Did they tell you you must fashion


A prison fortress for your passion?


And did they tell you that there's no hope of parole?


 


Go now, go run away now you play with those boys


You have a nice day now


When you understand that you need a man


You know who to call.