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gyle waddy - lucie lyrics

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hi, what’s your name?

mum, lucie.

we were just ten when she was out there
climbing up apple tree then,
but when she fell down she just smiled
then i quickly said, “my name is ben”,
and then i knew she’d be my girl friend
one of these days.

girl, you’re seventeen now.
your body looks so fine:

oh yeah?

but you have two black eyes.
she just smiled, and when she told me why i died.
she said,

“because i’m still climbing apple trees,
and if it wasn’t for those apples, i wouldn’t be me”.

lucie, you look so lovely.
can’t we live together and start a little family?
lucie, baby there’s just one thing.

hmm…

you got to stop climbing up and down
so many apple trees.

i can’t stand those black eyes.
no, you look so funny, wooh, wooh, wooh
girl you’re down right ugly.

can’t stand those black eyes. no! no! no! no!
come on sweet lucie, wooh, wooh, wooh
stop your climbing up those trees!

at age thirty i heard she came back home
the day she left the military.
i hadn’t seen that girl in time, since that day,
yes, i think it’s more than thirteen years.
oh, i’d like to see how she’s changed since then.

and then i think i saw her walking down the street.
how sweet. so i went up to her.

hi ben.

i asked her how she stayed so fine.
then when she smiled at me and shinned those big black eyes
i understood that she’s still climbing apple trees.

lucie, you look so lovely.
can’t we live together and start a little family?
lucie, baby there’s just one thing.

what’s that?

you got to stop climbing up and down
so many apple trees.

i can’t stand those black eyes. no! no! no! no!
no, you look so funny, wooh, wooh, wooh
girl you’re down right ugly.

can’t stand those black eyes. no! no! no! no!
come on sweet lucie, wooh, wooh, wooh
stop your climbing up those trees. yeah!

now listen.

what?

will you do something for me?

mum-hmm.

now, you’ve stayed find since all of this time,
but there’s just one thing that blows my mind.

what’s that?

it’s your black eyes!

oh?

can’t stand those black eyes!
no! no! no! no! baby!
come on, stop climbing up and down
those apple trees. oh baby!

can’t stand those black eyes!
no! no! no! no!
oh, you look so d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, funny.
oh no baby yeah, yeah. come on sweet lucie.
stop climbing up and down those apple trees.

do it for me sweet thing.

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