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 A Jackie, a-Jackie, a-Jackie, hey A Jackie, a-Jackie, hey A Bouvier till her wedding day Shots rang out the police came Mama laid me on the front lawn And prayed for Jackie's strength Feeling old by twenty-one Never thought my day would come My bridesmaid's getting laid I pray for Jackie's strength Make me laugh, say you know what you want You said we were the real thing So I show you some more and I learn What black magic can do Make me laugh, say you know you can turn Me into the real thing So I show you some more and I learn Stickers licked on lunch boxes Worshipping David Cassidy Yeah I mooned him once on Donna's box She's still in recovery Sleepovers, Beene's got some pot You're only popular with anorexia So I turn myself inside out In hope someone will see, will see Make me laugh, say you know what you want You said we were the real thing So I show you some more and I learn What black magic can do Make me laugh, say you know you can turn Me into the real thing So I show you some more and I learn A Jackie, a-Jackie, a-Jackie's strength A Jackie, a-Jackie, hey I got lost on my wedding day Typical, the police came, oh But virgins always get backstage No matter what they've got so say If you love enough you'll lie a lot Guess they did in Camelot Mama's waiting on my front lawn I pray, I pray I said I pray for Jackie's strength, strength Make me laugh, say you know what you want You said we were the real thing So I show you some more and I learn A Jackie, a-Jackie, a-Jackie's strength A Jackie, a-Jackie, hey 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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