Jolene.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him just because you can,
Your beauty is beyond compare,
with flaming locks of auburn hair,
With ivory skin and eyes
of emerald green,
your smile is like a breath of spring,
Your voice is soft like summer rain,
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene,
Janet watched intently through a crack in the bedroom door as Brad and Magenta messed around, Magenta's black bra contrasted eerily with her pale curves, and Brad's hands were tangled into her hair, her lipstick smeared across his face as she clawed feverishly at his chest and he pulled her closer and closer,
And I can easily understand,
How you could easily take my man,
But you don't know what he means to me,
Jolene,
Hot tears ran down Janet's face as the two of them made out passionately, did cancer make Magenta hotter than she was before? Were killer curves a side-effect of chemotherapy? Why was this happening? At least Rocky would never leave me like this... Janet thought, as she choked back screams of horror as Magenta and Brad locked lips, it was like they knew she was watching, Janet made her way back to the door, but stopped in her tracks when Brad screamed and Janet heard what sounded like someone passing out,
"Screw you and your leukemia, you little bitch." Janet hissed sadistically in the direction of Columbia's guest room, where Brad and Magenta dealt with their stupid problems, Cancer, fucking cancer, it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Magenta always won, that she was sexy, it wasn't fair,
You could have your choice of men,
but I can never love again,
'Cause he's the only one for me,
Jolene.