This is the song of little Jo
Shes not the girl I used to know
Forever screaming all the day and night
She used to be a diplomat
But now shes down the laundromat
They washed her mind and now she finds it hard
I know her name
But now she never seems the same
She dont talk to me
Cause she cant take no sympathy
Because shes highly strung
Oh, highly strung, shes undone
Highly strung
Oh, highly strung, shes undone
Whoa,whoa,whoa
Shes stepping out upon the ledge
Shes got a gun against her head
Shes wired up to blow the power line
Shes walking out upon the knife
Shell take you to the edge of life
Just like the song, the pressures on again
I know her name
Ho, but now she never seems the same
She dont talk to me
Cause she cant take no sympathy
Because shes highly strung
Oh, highly strung, shes undone
Highly strung
Oh, highly strung, shes undone
Whoa,whoa,whoa
No, no, no, no
I know her name
Ho, but now she never seems the same
She dont talk to me
Cause she cant take no sympathy
Because shes highly strung
Oh, highly strung, shes undone
Highly strung
Oh, highly strung, shes undone
Highly strung
Oh, highly strung, shes undone
Highly strung
Oh, highly strung, shes undone
Whoa,whoa
Whos,whoa,whoa
This is the song of little Jo
Shes not the girl I used to know