by Walter Egan
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Jean was a girl with style,
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Boy, heads turned every time she'd smile,
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Envy turned her girlfriends' eyes green
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Whoa oh oh Jean.
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Soon days of youth slipped past,
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Jean had to grow up fast,
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Working when she was just eighteen,
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Whoa oh oh Jean.
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And though it seems such a long time we've been apart,
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Forever she lives inside my heart.
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Jean, as it came to be,
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Gave her life for her family,
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But her life never matched her dream
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Whoa oh oh Jean.
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Jean
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| Walter Egan |
