Helicopter Girl - Her Lucille

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 Oz
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 couldn't 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 Oz
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 a sunder of nothing in this world
So weave me a sunder of nothing to lose

In her Lucille it's supernatural
In her Lucille it's Oz
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fond within that boogie box
Her Lucille is supernatural
Her Lucille
No sooner with her, I'm here