.We open on Lucille, a trollop so twisted
She weeps on the inside so no one can listen
She's haunted by the ghost of a desolate past
And longs for a white picket fence with green grass
She used to believe in bohemian beauty
But now she's a victim of mischevious duty
The poor you.
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