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Sweet Lucy was a dancer

	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

	She came on like a teaser

	I had to touch and please her

	Enjoy a little paradise

	The log was in my pocket

	When Lucy met the Rockett

	And she never knew the reason why

	I can't deny it

	With that smile on her face

	It's not the kill

	It's the thrill of the chase

	Feel it coming

	It's knocking at the door

	You know it's no good running

	It's not against the law

	The point of no return

	And now you know the score

	And now you're learning

	What's knockin' at your back door

	Sweet Nancy was so fancy

	To get into her pantry

	Had to be the aristocracy

	The members that she toyed with

	At her city club

	Were something in diplomacy

	So we put her on the hit list

	Of a common cunning linguist

	A master of many tongues

	And now she eases gently

	From her Austin to her Bentley

	Suddenly she feels so young