We've got a friend called Lucy
in her dazzling twenty's
She's got eyes like the sea
And a loving heart
She's one fine beauty
Her breasts like a ripe
pair of peach
And her lips her lips
a triple A ruby
Her smile will capture
and rapture your mind
But she's not your flower
she's not your baby
She's just Lucy
Her legs they are fine on heels
Her hair they flow like a stream
On a summer dress of
a flower field
She's got a yes to all your quests
Or so you'd think
But She's not your flower
She's not your basketful of fruits
You're not her father
You're not her knight in an armor
She's just lucy