She is living far away from a lonely man in the San Francisco bay, he is dreaming hard of a girl all clad in bad plaid, and mad at the whole world. All her friends they are blessed, impressed, intelligent freaks, all of them are six feet tall, and all of them are hateful to me. She sleeps alone and wet, with her phone in her face, all tied up in her old bed. Jenny walks alone every day, up and down the rainy streets in her own weird way. All her friends they are blessed, impressed, intelligent freaks, all of them are six feet tall, and all of them are hateful to me. Hateful, hateful to me, hateful, hateful to me, hateful, yeah they're hateful to me. Hateful. Jenny's never hateful