well Jolene unlocked the thick breezeway door   like she'd done one hundred times before   Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror   she folded the towel carefully and put it back in place   yeah I want to pull you down into bed   I want to cast your face in lead   well every time I pull you close   push my face into your hair   cream rinse and tobacco smoke   that sickly scent is always, always there   yeah yeah      Jolene heard her father's uneven snores   right then she knew there must be something more   Jolene heard the singing in the forest   she opened the door quietly and stepped into the night   yeah I want to throw you out into space   I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes      well every time I pull you close   push my face into your hair   cream rinse and tobacco smoke   that sickly scent is always, always there