Her weave is unearthly
Of nothing in this world
Her weave is unearthly

Of nothing compares
I think I'll lose myself
So she can find me

I think I'll lose myself

In her Lucille it's supernatural

In her Lucille it's ours
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fond within that boogie box

Her Lucille is supernatural
Her Lucille
No sooner with her I'm here


She weaves an unending
Without I couldnt be

She weaves unrelenting
Of nothing to fear
I think I'll lose myself

So she can find me
I think I'll lose myself


In her Lucille it's supernatural
In her Lucille it's ours
Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Fond within that boogie box
Her Lucille is supernatural
Her Lucille

No sooner with her I'm here

So weave me $$#under

Of nothing in this world
So weave me $$#under
Of nothing to lose


In her Lucille it's supernatural
In her Lucille it's ours

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fond within that boogie box
Her Lucille is supernatural

Her Lucille
No sooner with her I'm here