Из альбома: From The Choirgirl Hotel
Oh Jackie....
A Bouvier till her wedding day
Shots rang out, the police came
Mama layed me on
The front lawn
And prayed for Jackie's strength
Feeling old by 21
Never thought my day would come
My bridesmaids 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 hopes 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
Oh Jackie...
I got lost on my wedding day
Typical, the police came
Oh but virgins always get backstage
No matter what they've got to 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
Oh Jackie...