Lockdown Lucy
Lockdown Lucy, came for dinner last night
Lockdown Lucy, always thinks, that she is right
She's proud to speak her mind, to anyone she sees
About her relationships, with guys she likes to tease
Lockdown Lucy, senses something just ain't right
With her stories, repeating every time, and that's her plight
Attracting the same kind of people, each and every time
A vicious circle, unfolding deep within her mind
Time is passing and she says she's feeling old
Where has Mr Right gone? He's turned into stone
Lockdown Lucy, she went back home late at night
Riding a taxi, riding into the dark of the night
She's always proud to speak her mind, to all that hear
To help soothe out the pain of, all her inner fears
The time is passing and she says she's feeling old
Where has Mr Right gone? He's turned into stone
Goodbye Lucy, she you hanging 'round downtown
A glass of wine in hand, spreading rumours all around
Take it easy girl, don't take another hit
Might help to feel pretty, come on girl, just get a grip
She's always proud to speak her mind, to all that hear
To help soothe out the pain, of all her inner fears
Goodbye Lucy, bye bye
Goodbye Lucy, bye bye
Goodbye Lucy, bye bye
Goodbye Lucy, bye bye, goodbye Lucy
Lockdown Lucy, bye bye
Lockdown Lucy, bye bye
Lockdown Lucy, bye bye
Lockdown Lucy, always thinks, that she is right
She's proud to speak her mind, to anyone she sees
About her relationships, with guys she likes to tease
Lockdown Lucy, senses something just ain't right
With her stories, repeating every time, and that's her plight
Attracting the same kind of people, each and every time
A vicious circle, unfolding deep within her mind
Time is passing and she says she's feeling old
Where has Mr Right gone? He's turned into stone
Lockdown Lucy, she went back home late at night
Riding a taxi, riding into the dark of the night
She's always proud to speak her mind, to all that hear
To help soothe out the pain of, all her inner fears
The time is passing and she says she's feeling old
Where has Mr Right gone? He's turned into stone
Goodbye Lucy, she you hanging 'round downtown
A glass of wine in hand, spreading rumours all around
Take it easy girl, don't take another hit
Might help to feel pretty, come on girl, just get a grip
She's always proud to speak her mind, to all that hear
To help soothe out the pain, of all her inner fears
Goodbye Lucy, bye bye
Goodbye Lucy, bye bye
Goodbye Lucy, bye bye
Goodbye Lucy, bye bye, goodbye Lucy
Lockdown Lucy, bye bye
Lockdown Lucy, bye bye
Lockdown Lucy, bye bye
Credits
Writer(s): Duncan Mackay, Floyd Mitchell, Mike Cahen
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