Song: Jenny and Karen.
Jenny and Karen met in the first grade.
There were crayons to share, there were games to be played,
And they lived only six blocks apart
In the same little town.
Jenny and Karen were girls we've all known,
With their pigtails and problems and plans of their own,
And they swore they'd be friends all their lives,
And they'd never back down.
And Jenny told Karen she loved her,
And their mothers said "Isn't that sweet?"
And they ran through the summer like shadows
Of the trees at the end of the street,
And everyone called it a phase...
"It'll pass," was an often-heard phrase...
Jenny and Karen went to the same school,
They learned how to blend in, they learned how to play cool,
And they studied and struggled and fought
The way little girls will.
Jenny and Karen were in the fifth grade
When they learned that they needed to be so afraid
That the boys wouldn't love them if they
Didn't learn to be still.
And Jenny told Karen she loved her,
And Karen said, "That's not allowed,"
And she ran from the love she was offered
To the safety and warmth of the crowd.
And maybe it wasn't a phase...
Jenny's mother said she cried for days...
Jenny and Karen stopped sharing their games,
And their parents all said it was sad, and a shame,
And Karen's new boyfriend was handsome,
Or so everyone said.
Jenny and Karen made lives of their own,
And there was no way anyone could have known
They were both of them looking for dreams
That had already fled.
And Jenny said nothing to Karen,
And Karen said nothing at all,
And they both wished that things could be different,
And they wished that they knew how to fall.
And Karen said, "It's not a phase..."
There are things we must learn our own ways...
And Karen broke up with her boyfriend one morning
Between English class and Phys Ed,
And he asked if he'd done something wrong, and she answered
With only a shake of her head.
And Karen was waiting for Jenny at lunchtime
Next to the drama room door,
And she told her that she was so sorry,
And she wasn't afraid anymore...
Jenny and Karen bought tickets to prom,
They were anxious and brave, they were frightened and calm,
And they knew things would change if they went,
But they wouldn't back down.
Jenny and Karen were girls we've all known,
And they stood hand-in-hand, making plans of their own,
And they danced like teenagers in love,
In that same little town.
And Jenny told Karen she loved her,
And Karen told Jenny the same,
And they heard all the things people called them,
Casting doubt, telling lies, casting blame,
And they answered, "This isn't a phase..."
Love decides. The heart only obeys.
There were crayons to share, there were games to be played,
And they lived only six blocks apart
In the same little town.
Jenny and Karen were girls we've all known,
With their pigtails and problems and plans of their own,
And they swore they'd be friends all their lives,
And they'd never back down.
And Jenny told Karen she loved her,
And their mothers said "Isn't that sweet?"
And they ran through the summer like shadows
Of the trees at the end of the street,
And everyone called it a phase...
"It'll pass," was an often-heard phrase...
Jenny and Karen went to the same school,
They learned how to blend in, they learned how to play cool,
And they studied and struggled and fought
The way little girls will.
Jenny and Karen were in the fifth grade
When they learned that they needed to be so afraid
That the boys wouldn't love them if they
Didn't learn to be still.
And Jenny told Karen she loved her,
And Karen said, "That's not allowed,"
And she ran from the love she was offered
To the safety and warmth of the crowd.
And maybe it wasn't a phase...
Jenny's mother said she cried for days...
Jenny and Karen stopped sharing their games,
And their parents all said it was sad, and a shame,
And Karen's new boyfriend was handsome,
Or so everyone said.
Jenny and Karen made lives of their own,
And there was no way anyone could have known
They were both of them looking for dreams
That had already fled.
And Jenny said nothing to Karen,
And Karen said nothing at all,
And they both wished that things could be different,
And they wished that they knew how to fall.
And Karen said, "It's not a phase..."
There are things we must learn our own ways...
And Karen broke up with her boyfriend one morning
Between English class and Phys Ed,
And he asked if he'd done something wrong, and she answered
With only a shake of her head.
And Karen was waiting for Jenny at lunchtime
Next to the drama room door,
And she told her that she was so sorry,
And she wasn't afraid anymore...
Jenny and Karen bought tickets to prom,
They were anxious and brave, they were frightened and calm,
And they knew things would change if they went,
But they wouldn't back down.
Jenny and Karen were girls we've all known,
And they stood hand-in-hand, making plans of their own,
And they danced like teenagers in love,
In that same little town.
And Jenny told Karen she loved her,
And Karen told Jenny the same,
And they heard all the things people called them,
Casting doubt, telling lies, casting blame,
And they answered, "This isn't a phase..."
Love decides. The heart only obeys.