Tekstovi: Tori Amos. Tales Of A Librarian. Jackie's Strength.

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And Jackie-a and Jackie-a and Jackie-a and,
And Jackie-a and Jackie-a, hiy.
A Bouvier 'till her wedding day. Shots rang out, the police came.
Momma laid me out on the front lawn and prayed for Jackie's strength.
Feeling old by twenty-one, never felt my day would come.
My bridesmaids getting laid, I prayed 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, worshiping David Cassidy.
Yeah I mooned him once on Donna's box; she's still in recovery.
Sleepovers, Beens get some pot. You're only popular with my anorexia.
So I turn myself inside-out and 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.


And Jackie-a and Jackie-a and Jackie-a strength.
And Jackie-a and Jackie-a, hiey.
I got lost on my wedding day, typical. The police came.
Oh but virgins always get back stage, no matter what they've got to say.
If you love enough you lie a lot. Guess they did in Camelot.
Momma's waiting on my front lawn. I pray, I pray,
I said I pray for Jackie's strength (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.
And Jackie, yeah, and Jackie, yeah and Jackie, yeah, strength.
And Jackie, yeah, and Jackie, yeah, hey, hmm.