Fluffy Lucy - Cracker

Fluffy Lucy she’s not fluffy

Everybody says, she’s got it easy

But she’s dark, straight to her soul

She’s got the kind of trouble

That it’s hard to tell another

Because they think that you’re jaded, or you’re spoiled

Well dirty Daisy she’s not crazy

Everybody called her a loon

But she’s just another sweet dark fruit

She’s got the kind of trouble

That it’s hard to tell another

Cause they think that you’re jaded or you’re spoiled

So lay down your head

Lay down your heart

Come lay down, in my bed

And I won’t tell a soul

So wake in the morning

You kick me in the ass

You say you’re glad to see me

But this time I don’t need it, I’m right on the mark

Yeah I declared my prerogative

To alternate between what is heavy and what is light

Now feel the weight, the weight of the world

So gonna lay down my head

Lay down my heart

I wanna lay down in your bed

And I won’t tell a soul

And I won’t tell a soul

I won’t tell a soul