Sweet Lucy was a dancerBut none of us would chance herBecause she was a samuraiShe made electric shadowsBeyond our fingertipsAnd none of us could reach that high
She came on like a teaserI had to touch and please herEnjoy a little paradiseThe lock was in my pocketWhen Lucy met the rocketShe never knew the reason why
I can't deny itWith that smile on her faceOh it's not the killIt's the thrill of the chase
Feel it comingIt's knocking at the doorYou know it's no good runningIt's not against the lawThe point of no returnAnd now you know the scoreAnd now you're learningWhat's knockin' at your back door
Sweet Nancy was so fancyTo get into her pantsWe had to be the aristocracyThe members that she toyed withAt city club were something in diplomacy
So we put her on the hit listOf a common cunning linguistA master of many tonguesAnd now she eases gentlyFrom her Austin to her BentleySuddenly she feels so young
I can't deny itWith that smile on her faceOh it's not the killIt's the thrill of the chase
Feel it comingIt's knocking at the doorYou know it's no good runningNo it's not against the lawThe point of no returnNow how you know the scoreAnd now you're learningWhat's knockin' at your back door
Sweet Lucy was a dancerBut none of us would chance herBecause she was a samuraiShe made electric shadowsBeyond our fingertipsAnd one of us could reach that high
I can't deny itWith that smile on my faceOh oh, it's not the killIt's the thrill of the chase
Feel it comingKnocking at your doorYou know it's no good runningNo it's knocking at your door
Knockin' at your back door