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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

OOOPS,
WAS THAT YOU
KINDA SAID THAT WITHOUT MOVING YOUR LIPS
(HOW D YOU DO THAT)
(REALLY LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT)
LOST IN YOUR EYES
WHEN YOU HYPNOTISE ME WITH YOUR HIPS
(GETTING READY)
(BABY YOU RE SO GOOD FOR...

For a mean baby, well, I like your pants
Born in South Dakota
For a mean baby, well, I like your hips
Born in South Dakota
I was born in South Dakota

Man I feel lucky tonight
I m gonna get stoned and...

Fifteen years old, thought I was in love
I was never told, sex is like drugs
Too much ll drive you crazy -- in fact
the brother was so good, had me comin back
Took my virginity, like he took my heart
I had to...

(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I got the intro along with the cash flow
Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos
Yeah, I m hard, I get sexy like Veronica
I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica
No,...

Chiaro è il mattino che nasce dall Est
questa foresta è tua...
Nato selvaggio puro nell anima
non sai paura cos è.
Quei cavalieri simili a Dei
non li hai mai visti però
non paura nasce dentro.
Folle nell alba tu vuoi conoscere
ciò che nel bosco non c è...