Knocking at your back door

Sweet Lucy was a dancer, but none of us would chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made electric shadows beyond our fingertips
And none of us could reach that high
She came on like a teaser, I had to touch and please her
Enjoy a little paradise
The log was in my pocket,when Lucy met the rocket
She never knew the reason why

I can't deny it
With that smile on her face
Oh, It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
It's not against the law
The point of no return
And now you know the score
And now you're learning
What's knocking at your back door

Sweet Nancy was so fancy, to get into her pants
We had to be the aristocracy
The members that she toyed with at her city club
Were something in diplomacy
So we put her on the hit list of a common cunning linguist
A master of many tongues
And now she eases gently fromher Austin to her Bentley
Suddenly she feels so young

Sweet Lucy was a dancer, but none of us would chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made electric shadows beyond our fingertips
And one of us could reach that high