| Sweet Lucy was a dancer
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| But none of us would chance her
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| Because she was a Samurai
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| She made electric shadows
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| Beyond our fingertips
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| And none of us could reach that high
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| She came on like a teaser
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| I had to touch and please her
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| Enjoy a little paradise
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| The log was in my pocket
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| When Lucy met the Rockett
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| And she never knew the reason why
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| I can’t deny it
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| With that smile on her face
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| It’s not the kill
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| It’s the thrill of the chase
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| Feel it coming
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| It’s knocking at the door
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| You know it’s no good running
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| It’s not against the law
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| The point of no return
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| And now you know the score
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| And now you’re learning
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| What’s knockin' at your back door
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| Sweet Nancy was so fancy
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| To get into her pantry
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| Had to be the aristocracy
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| The members that she toyed with
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| At her city club
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| Were something in diplomacy
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| So we put her on the hit list
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| Of a common cunning linguist
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| A master of many tongues
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| And now she eases gently
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| From her Austin to her Bentley
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| Suddenly she feels so young
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| I can’t deny it
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| With that smile on her face
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| It’s not the kill
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| It’s the thrill of the chase
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| Feel it coming
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| It’s knocking at the door
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| You know it’s no good running
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| No it’s not against the law
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| The point of no return
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| And now you know the score
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| And now you’re learning
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| What’s knockin' at your back door
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| Sweet Lucy was a dancer
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| But none of us would chance her
|
| Because she was a Samurai
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| She made electric shadows
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| Beyond our fingertips
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| And none of us could reach that high-high-high
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| I can’t deny it
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| With that smile on her face
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| Oooo It’s not the kill
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| It’s the thrill of the chase
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| Feel it coming
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| It’s knocking at your door
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| You know it’s no good running
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| No it’s knockin' at your door
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| Ahhh ahhh knockin' at your back door |