| Looked a lot like Evangelista
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| Strange to think I’d ever miss her so
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| Never got to meet her sister
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| She was young and I was far too old
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| Was this love superficial
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| Or was it me?
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| I had a superlove experience
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| When I was seventeen
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| I’d like to fly
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| I’ve got to try
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| I’ve got to find a way out but
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| Here comes Lucy Jones
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| Man how she’s grown
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| Bet she gives it away
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| Now she looks like Monday morning
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| Waiting patiently, she tells me so
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| The years they seem to go so fast
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| I wish there was a moment I could hold
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| Was this love superficial
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| Or was it me?
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| I had a superlove experience
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| When I was seventeen
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| I’d like to fly
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| I’ve got to try
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| I’ve got to find a way out but
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| Here comes Lucy Jones
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| Man how she’s grown
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| Bet she gives it away
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| I’m so glad she found me
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| I still love her madly now
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| She’s so cold and boring
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| Got to go to church every Sunday morning
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| I think she’s married now
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| With a car and a house
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| And she’s one on the way
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| And she’s one on the way
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| Here comes Lucy Jones
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| Man how she’s grown
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| Bet she gives it away
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| I’m so glad she found me |
| I still love her madly
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| There goes Lucy Jones |