| Everybody’s talkin' Ââ bout Lucy
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| The hot little tramp with the suede blue eyes
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| One false move, get the bad reputation
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| Now the talk is cheap and the rumors fly
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| She’s got the fellas singin': whoa
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| She’s got the girls a screamin'
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| CHORUS:
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| Now, everybody’s talkin' Ââ bout Lucy
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| Everybody’s talking Ââ bout
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| Everybody’s sayin' they know
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| Everybody’s talking Ââ bout
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| Everybody’s talkin' Ââ bout Lucy
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| Everybody’s talking Ââ bout
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| She ain’t got no other guy
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| Ooh, now, baby gonna be all mine
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| So tell me, baby, who you gonna run to
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| Shotgun turn and run, makin' you cry
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| When everybody says that you’re going down
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| The word is out but I know it’s a lie
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| Stole my heart, now what’s the ransom
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| What’s it gonna take to make you mine, all mine
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| I’ll be the one to get you through the night
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| I’ll be your lover, be your alibi
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| She’s got the fellas singin': whoa
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| She’s got the girls a screamin'
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| Now everybody’s talkin'
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| But I’m the only one who knows
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| CHORUS |