lucy's got a new stingnand she can be cruelnheaven's got it's little thornsnthough they're soft as a rulenif you can feel your heart stopnyou're doing too wellnlocked in heavens handbagnand going to hellnnsweet as the melodyndark as the winenwhere she branches overheadnit's easy to reach love on the vinenndavid's got a red mouthnargues with his trap mindnheaven's got it's little snaresnthough they're velvet linednmore lover than his heart's drumnor mystery bellnthere's room in heaven's handbagnfor poor david as wellnnsweet as the melodyndark as the winenwhere her eyes branch overheadnhe's ready to taste love on the vinennlucy's got a problemna february foolnheaven's got it's trouble spotsnthough they're shaded and coolnif you can't feel your fingersnit's not easy to tellnand lucy's singing to herselfnas she leans over the well