| Lucy’s lost her shoe and she don’t know where she put it
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| But I hope she’ll find it some day
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| Cause hands that do dishes may be kind to your face
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| But stains they’ll never wash away
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| Day in and after, she’d wait up by her window
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| Wait for all the clouds to blow away
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| But she won’t recall that cold night in November
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| When her daddy made her play
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| Oh Lucy, what went wrong?
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| You never had it bad
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| I’ll think of you before too long
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| And I know you ain’t coming back
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| (Oh, Lucy… Oh, Lucy… Oh, Lucy, come back)
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| Lucy’s lost her shoe and she don’t know where she put it
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| What a terrible shame
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| And if she only knew how to turn back round and get it
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| She wouldn’t all the same
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| Sometimes sits and wonders, and sometimes she’ll just sit
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| Or making sure that everyone’s ok
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| She’ll often think of life before November
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| When her daddy made her play
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| Oh Lucy, what went wrong?
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| You never had it bad
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| I’ll think of you before too long
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| But I know you ain’t coming back
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| Is that such a hard thing to do?
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| She’s only got one shoe
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| Lucy, don’t be a fool |