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