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.