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Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what's your game?
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Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fame
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Tail shakin, home breakin truckin through town
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Each and every country mother's son hangin round
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Drive a young man insane Evil, that's your name
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Lucretia Mac Evil, that's the thing you're doin fine
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Back seat Delilah, that's your sixth big jug of wine
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I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks
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Nothin that your daddy wouldn't do for kicks
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Never done a thing worthwhile, evil woman child
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Devil got you, Lucy under lock and key
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Ain't about to set you free
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Signed, sealed and witnessed on the day you were born
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No use trying to fake him out, no use trying to make him out
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Soon he'll be taking out his doom
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What you gonna do Lucretia Mac Evil
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Honey, where you been all night?
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You hair's all messed up baby
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N the clothes your wearin just don't fit you right
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Big Daddy Joe's paying your monthly rent
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Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money's went
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Dressing you up in style, evil woman child
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Oh Lucy you're just so damn bad
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Lucretia Mac Evil
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| Blood Sweat & Tears |
