- He was a cuff-linked, cut-throat, tough-talked boyish man
- Hard nosed, Dow-Jonesed, C.E.O.ed – a snake in the grass
- She was high-classed, high-toned, bleach blonde socialite
- Liposucked, tummy tucked, stuck up – and she was his wife
- He meets a model in L.A. – she rolls his Rolls into a lake
- When she gets 30 million, lawyers take a holiday!
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- They were made for love – two halves, one whole
- What heaven hath wrought upon us, let no one touch with a ten-foot pole
- They’re not normal like us – they’re nothin’ like none of our friends
- I know we may not be perfect – thank God we’re nothing like them!
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- He was a low-down, low-lifed, loud-mouthed mannish boy
- Out on parole, testosteroned, over-imbibed, under-employed
- She was a big haired, big boned, tattooed turtledove
- They had a trashy-TV-talk-show kind of love
- She’s out carousing when he calls – he writes her name on restroom walls
- Then they tell Jerry that their parents really caused it all
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- They were made for love…
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- I was standing by my window when the two of them walked by
- And I wished a big ol’ tree would fall and hasten their demise
- But I stopped myself -- I rebuked myself -- for I could plainly see
- The two of them would prob’ly live and sue the pants off me
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- He was a gray-haired, grown-up, forty-something child
- Picked some tunes, played the blues, slept ‘til noon – his parents cried
- She was a folked out, Girl Scout, mop–topped Renaissance Girl
- They formed a band, bought a van and set out to see the world
- They drive a million miles a day – sometimes they don’t even get paid
- I guess they think we’re all still back in 1968!
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- They were made for love…
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- Jacquie: vocals, guitar
- Rich: vocals, guitar, brushes on tambourine
- Doug Lofstrom: acoustic bass
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