One strand of her hair
On that busy chair
Lipstick stained as red as wine
That's all thats left of Jenny

Her sweet, sweet perfume
In that living room
Memory, oh memory
That's all thats left of Jenny

Jenny doesn't love me
Jenny doesn't care
How can I forget the past
When I find it everywhere?

These things I can touch
Are not very much
Still, I hold them, tenderly
They're all that's left of Jenny

Jenny doesn't love mе
Jenny doesn't care
How can I forgеt the past
When I find it everywhere?

These things I can touch
Are not very much
Still, I hold them, tenderly
They're all that's left of Jenny
All Jenny left for me