The maid came into her room on wednesday morning,
found a pistol lying by her side.
For thirteen years she kept her fires burning,
lost in pictures, no place to hide.
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Alone too long, the night became her lover.
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
Jaqueline's gone to Pablo
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