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L-U-C-Y, skin flint, so high Spot five cent for destiny, hooked in nipple tight She got a hot hard goblin of my love [Ching-chang double fries] Bust up crank tank knife and missle Blue sky drunk beneath fine-toothed chisel We can't be seen together Just in case the cops go queer Rat old radio, take me home My eyeholes are burning to get you alone Turning from visions of heat Twisting the pins in her meat I take it all back Shit hit me, she Lucy Peaupaux So cracked, and we keep living bad dreams Here's dear Lucy Delight, oh why? Fat and juicy child, Ms. Lucy, fever ain't right Once upon a Louisiana exorcism trip Strung out beef, hung and spit Pappy Legato illuminated your brain The three inner priests of American shame: Benjamin, Dixon, and Small Jerk Sweet Orchestrated the millenial tyranny treat Could not satisy a confusion so deep Letras de cancionesOld wisdom triumphant despite that beneath Her eyes are clouded, eyes are locked Receptive to justice from a generous hock Lucy Peaupaux, they want you so bad Lucy wears a weapon, Lucy is your dad Lucy is a pussy, Lucy ain't a fag Coming hard times, she's something you never had From Letras Mania