My Jenny Chris Norman

It’s 4.30 and I’m not sleeping
It’s a battle I can’t win
These walls are paper thin now I’m leaving

Five hundred miles to the west
Oh it’s the subject of my prayers
It’s a dream that no one dares put to the test

I remember all the times I lay with my Jenny
I remember all the nights I held her in my arms
Yeah, I remember all the times I stayed with my Jenny
Oh and look at her now, whoa, oh just look at her now
Oh, oh

I am driving, heading home
All the things I leave behind are always on my mind
I can’t forget her

Down Oxford Street the rain is pouring as she hails a taxi cab
She knows the future she should have is all behind her

I remember all the times I la y with my Jenny
I remember all the nights I held her in my arms
I remember all the times I stayed with my Jenny
Oh and look at her now, whoa, oh just look at her now
Oh, oh