| Lucretia MacEvil
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| Little girl what’s your game?
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| Hard luck and trouble
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| Bound to be your claim to fame
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| Tail-shakin' heart-breakin' truckin' through town
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| Each and every country-mother's son, hangin' 'round
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| Drive a young man insane
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| Evil that’s your name
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| Lucretia MacEvil
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| That’s the thing you’re doin' fine
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| Back seat Delilah
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| Got your six-foot jug o’wine, woman
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| I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks
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| Nothin' that your daddy wouldn’t do for kicks
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| Never done a thing worth-while
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| You’re just an evil woman-child.
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| Spoken:
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| Ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad
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| Devil got you lucy
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| Under lock and key
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| Ain’t about to set you free
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| Sign sealed and witnessed
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| Since the day you were born
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| No use tryin' to fake him out
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| No use tryin' to make him out
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| Soon, he’ll be takin' out his due
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| What-cha gonna do?
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| Lucy MacEvil
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| Honey ya been all night?
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| Your hair’s all messed up, babe
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| An' the clothes you’re wearin'
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| Just don’t fit ya right
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| Big Daddy Joe’s, payin' your monthly rent
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| Tells his wife he can’t imagine where the money went
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| Dressin' you up in style, evil woman-child. |