Knocking At Your Back Door
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 highShe came on like a teaserI had to touch and please herEnjoy a little paradiseThe log was in my pocketWhen Lucy met the RocketAnd she never knew the reason why
I can't deny itWith that smile on her faceIt'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 pantryHad to be the aristocracyThe members that she toyed withAt her city clubWere something in diplomacySo 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