Through the darkness she comes
Through the darkness wild and fast
In a red saloon
She wears nothing but a
Nothing else but a big smile
And a wooden comb
Jackie on her own
‘s calling on the phone
Trying just to say that she won’t love you
Look what Jackie got there
Look what she’s got in her hand
A silver plated knife
And she peels an onion
And her tears are running wild
So she peels her live
Jackie on her own
Tries to be alone
Jackie on her own
Lazy, proud and calm
Jackie on her own
Tries a brilliant tone
Just the one she knows
Look there how she blows
Jackie on her own
Try to be alone
But there’s too many voices in the headphones.