did i write a folksy "murder ballad-ish" kind of on a dare? yes.
anyway, I present to you
Lovely Lucy Leeās like no other
Like no other, no other, no other,
Sheās got a pretty face and a taste for slaughter
A taste for slaughter, for slaughter, for slaughter
Her witās sharp but soās her dagger
Soās her dagger, her dagger, her dagger
Woe to who slips a ring on her bloody finger!
Oh, sure sheās a beauty like no other
But sheās got a certain flair for murder
Lovely, lovely, lovely Lucy Lee
La, la la, lovely Lucy Lee
Lovely, lovely, lovely Lucy Lee
La, la, la, deadly Lucy Lee
Deadly, deadly, deadly Lucy Lee
Lovely Lucy Leeās a little cursed
A little cursed, little cursed, little cursed
Nobody knows when it started happening first
It happened first, happened first, happened first
She ought to pay for those she hurt
Those she hurt, those she hurt, those she hurt
And now the lovely Lucy Lee canāt lift her curse
She hears ghosts whispāring in the night
Canāt shake the feeling somethingās not right
Lovely, lovely, lovely Lucy Lee
La, la, la, lovely Lucy Lee
Lovely, lovely, lovely Lucy Lee
La, la, la, deadly Lucy Lee
Deadly, deadly, deadly Lucy Lee
Lovely Lucy Leeās curse takes such a toll,
Takes such a toll, such a toll, such a toll
Now she fears for the fate of her unfortunate soul
Unfortunate soul, āfortunate soul, āfortunate soul
āOut, out, out!ā she cries at nightfall
Cries at nightfall, at nightfall, at nightfall
āOut, out, out, and stop your dreadful calls!ā
She prays, prays when the night falls
Dear Lucy, faith canāt save forsaken souls
Lovely, lovely, lovely Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
La, la, la, lovely Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
Lovely, lovely, lovely Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
La, la, la sheās lost, Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
Lost, lost, sheās lost Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
Now lost Lucy Leeās just a faint memory
A faint memory, a memory, a memory, a memory
No one knows where she went, itās a mystery
Itās a mystery, a mystery, a mystery
Whereād she go, our Lost Lucy Lee?
Lost Lucy Lee, Lucy Lee, Lucy Lee
Nothing left but a bloodstained dagger
Sharp-witted with a flair for murder
Could never wipe the blood off her fingers
Lovely, lovely, lovely, Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
La, la, la, lovely Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
Lovely, lovely, lovely Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
La, la, la, sheās lost, Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
Lost, lost, sheās lost Lucy Lee (Out! Out! Out!)
Ghosts whispāring in the night
Oh, somethingās not rightā¦