| A Bouvier till her wedding day
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| shots rang out the police came
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| mama layed me on the front lawn
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| and prayed for Jackie’s strength
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| feeling old by 21
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| never thought my day would come
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| my bridesmaids getting laid
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| I pray for Jackie’s strength
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| make me laugh
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| say you know what you want
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| you said we were the real thing
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| so I show you some more and I learn
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| what black magic can do make me laugh
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| say you know you can turn
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| me into the real thing
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| so I show you some more and I learn
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| stickers licked on lunch boxes
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| worshipping David Cassidy
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| yeah I mooned him once on Donna’s box
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| she’s still in recovery
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| sleep-overs Beene’s got some pot
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| you’re only popular with anorexia
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| so I turn myself inside out
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| in hope someone will see
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| make me laugh
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| say you know what you want
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| you said we were the real thing
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| so I show you some more and I learn
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| what black magic can do make me laugh
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| say you know you can turn
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| me into the real thing
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| so I show you some more
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| and I learn
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| I got lost on my wedding day
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| typical, the police came
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| but virgins always get backstage
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| no matter what they’ve got to say
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| if you love enough you’ll lie alot
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| guess they did in Camelot
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| mama’s waiting on my front lawn
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| I pray I pray I pray
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| for Jackie’s Strength |