Her Lucille - Helicopter Girl

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 assunder

Of nothing in this world

So weave me assunder

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