And Jackie and Jackie. And Jackie's. And Jackie and Jackie. And Jackie A Bouvier till her wedding day. Shots rang out, the police came. Mama laid me on the front lawn. And prayed for Jackie's
They say to have her hair done, Liz flies all the way to France. And Jackie's seen in a Discotecque doin' a brand new dance. And the White House social season should be glitterin' an' gay. But here
Sorting through my things. See what I can find. Picking through the past. See what's left behind Multicolored sweaters. That moths have eaten holes. A pair of braided mocassins. With worn out so