The Tale of Jenny and Screech Ren

[Jenny's Tale]
It was a quiet, dark night in an empty street
Somewhere in London City
Jenny walked alone, she was dragging her feet
She was heading back home to sleep
Well, she knew this town, she knew this floor
Cause she'd walked it about a thousand times before
She wanted to escape, can you blame?

Well on the very same night, in a different place
There walked this hooded blonde youth by the name of James
He was 14 years old and out of his brain
He'd been smoking ganja with the boys
James, he grew up to be a kid of the street
His mates called him Screech, he was quick on his feet
He was a liar, a thief at fourteen years old
The devil had set his sights on his soul

As Jenny walked home all alone, she felt scared
Usually she was alright but it was like there was something in the air
A divine intervention telling her to beware?
Or maybe intuition bugging her and making her so scared?
Sirens sound in the distance to the beat of Jenny's feet
A symphony of the night that echoes crime on London's streets
Jenny turns a corner, their eyes, they meet
Our poor girl Jenny, a boy named Screech