As a family of lawnchairs gathered   Underneath a clean suburban sun   There were seven pink flamingos   Standing pigeon-toed, not hurting anyone   Her mama called her "Precious"   And her daddy called her once or twice a year   When she was five she practiced magic tricks   In hopes that she could make him reappear   And she'd say, "Hocus Pocus"   And pray a little prayer   Then she'd wave her hands   Like butterflies   And make a big red heart   In the air   Her best friend was Angie   They played Barbies after school for three whole years   And on weekends they'd have cider   On the railroad tracks pretending it was beer   Just like family 'til Angie's front yard   Grew a sign that said "Just Sold"   And the tears that came on moving day   Were more than hearts that small could ever hold   So they said, "Hocus Pocus"   And prayed a little prayer   Then they waved their hands   Like butterflies   And made a big red heart   In the air   And daddy never showed   And Angie never wrote   But there's always hope   In a pile of broken daisies fell decisions   At the turning of her life   There was a boy she was in love with   And he'd asked her if she'd want to be his wife   But they were both from broken families   And quaking at the thought of taking vows   So they shared a secret wedding, just the two of them   And they're still together now   They said, "Hocus Pocus"   And prayed a little prayer   Then they waved their hands   Like butterflies   And made a big red heart   They said, "Hocus Pocus"   And prayed a little prayer   Then they waved their hands   Like butterflies   And made a big red heart   In the air -a