Lucianne, I’m down on the floor and
I’m not asking for much more than your hand
Lucianne, I’m running out of steam
And it’s starting to seem like I’m your man
Lucianne, won’t you come back to me?
Won’t you come home?
Lucianne, don’t you think we could live
In the last hour of sunday morn?
Lucianne, you’re friends kind of suck
And I don’t give a fuck what they say
Lucianne, let’s go for a walk
You know they’re gonna talk anyway
Lucianne, won’t you come back to me?
Won’t you come home?
Lucianne, don’t you think we could live
In the last hour of sunday morn?
