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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 When |
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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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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 |
|
She made electric shadows |
|
Beyond our fingertips |
|
And none of us could reach that high |
|
I can't deny it |
|
With that smile on her face |
|
It's not the kill |
|
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 knocking at the door |
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knockin' at your back door... |
