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Lonely Lucy on a Saturday night She's looking good and I feel alright Thinking back to when I was young Daddy said son the bitch had been done Sunday morning the hammer came down Rumour had it she was doin' the round I can't believe what I saw When she come-a crashin' through the door I see headlines I fall to my knees I don't mean to burst your bubble You better watch out Here comes Trouble Uncle Jack and his switchblade knife Comin' for you better run for ya life You start to panic all hell breaks loose He's got ya thinkin' bout the hangman's noose Daylight breaks and there's nowhere to hide On the run he's lived and lied You feel his heat and body sweat Wake up from the nightmare get up and get I see headlines I fall to my knees I don't mean to burst your bubble You better watch out Here comes Trouble |