Lyrics Dear Miss Lucy - Dave's True Story

Dear Miss Lucy

I’m not inclined
To think you’d mind
If I dropped by for tea
Please excuse me
Dear Miss Lucy
But we need to chat about
Someone I’m mad about
Now it’s a fact
That he’s attached
To your strange artistry
But don’t refuse me
Dear Miss Lucy
Send him back home to me
He should be spending Sundays
Over a charcoal grill
Or tuning the family Hyundai
Not at some bachanalia
Hog-tied in black regalia
That a whip
Should make him flip
Comes as news to me
Still Miss Lucy
Don’t refuse me
Just set the poor boy free
(Break 1)
After I learned to trust him
And gave him my heart to keep
You went ahead and trussed him
Now he sings Rigoletto
Under a black stiletto
You’ve worked in-
To his skin
Like fine cutlery
But don’t refuse me
Dear Miss Lucy
He still belongs to me
(Break 2)
Despite all the tricks you’re skilled in
These are the ties that bind
Flanked by his wife and children
Doing his Rigoletto
Under my black stiletto
So send him 'round
Gagged and bound
Back to his family
Don’t refuse me
Dear Miss Lucy
I’ll do you proud you’ll see
Don’t refuse me
Dear Miss Lucy
He still belongs to me