This guy most likely got more tail than a toilet seat at a Taco Bell, but lately he's been annoyingly coy about the real Jessie's girl. He's been doing this for decades. I'm not entirely sure anyone really cares anymore.
I'm sure she's some housewife somewhere, fat and complete unaware she is that person. OR she's dead of AIDS or got into porn and doesn't want to reveal the truth.
Probably the most likely answer?
It's the story that Rick can live with.
In other words, if he ever told you who that girl was, he'd kill himself because he'd be irrelevant.
The one-hit wonder (arguably) is...well, he was the David Cassidy of sorts. Dreamy rocker who just pined for this girl who was with some other guy. Boy, does that hit home. Every guy identifies with that. To be completely drowned out by heavy cocaine and drinking. Every woman wanted to be Jessie's girl if only to...see that Rick was waiting for her to wise up.
And that's where it stands today. Just another nostalgic tune that makes middle aged women wet.
I guess it did have a purpose afterall.
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