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Lucretia MacEvil 
Little girl what's your game? 
Hard luck and trouble 
Bound to be your claim to fame 

Tail-shakin' heart-breakin' truckin' through town 
Each and every country-mother's son, hangin' 'round 
Drive a young man insane 
Evil that's your name 

Lucretia MacEvil 
That's the thing you're doin' fine 
Back seat Delilah 
Got your six-foot jug o' wine, woman 

I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks 
Nothin' that your daddy wouldn't do for kicks 
Never done a thing worth-while 
You're just an evil woman-child. 

Ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad 

Devil got you Lucy 
Under lock and key 
Ain't about to set you free 
Sign sealed and witnessed 
Since the day you were born 
No use tryin' to fake him out 
No use tryin' to make him out 
Soon, he'll be takin' out his due 
Whatcha gonna do? 

Lucy MacEvil 
Honey ya been all night? 
Your hair's all messed up, babe 
An' the clothes you're wearin' 
Just don't fit ya right 
Big Daddy Joe's, payin' your monthly rent 
Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money went 
Dressin' you up in style, evil woman-child

Ah, here she comes 
Truckin' 
Well, Lucy 
Walkin' down main street lookin' down 
Looks like a Wow! 
Talk about it! 

Stop lyin' 
Stop lyin' 
Stop lyin' 
Lucy