Poor Lucille she was standing still
In front of the mirror
Ugly, feeling lonely, pray to God
"Oh God if only I was slim"

Poor Lucille she was feeling ill
In front of the mirror
Self-control the anguish, throw it up
Again lets vanish into slim

A stone off her body
Is a weight off her mind
She needs to be perfect
I say perfectly blind

And out of her senses
She is feeling all right
This skinny little lady
With all knuckles so white

Poor Lucille had to pay the bill
For being destructive
The clock was ticking fast, she felt
Her body growing vast. "Please make me slim"!

All she ever needed
Now did somebody care?

Poor Lucille thought she had her fill
In front of the mirror
With nothing left to loose she fainted
Smashed the floor and all got painted red

My Oh My
I say Lucille Good-bye

A stone off her body
Is a weight off her mind
She needs to be perfect
I say perfectly blind

And out of her senses
She is feeling alright
This skinny little lady
With all knuckles so white

Lucille she's reading in the magazines
"Rich, Beauty & Fame"
Here this tiny little skinny teen
Can learn to win a name

Just take a look at the tabloid shots
The female stars loosing stones
Oh Mrs Kidman she is looking hot
As hot as a bag of bones!

It' s not about common sense
It's not about the power of will
You better talk about her brilliant defence
She doesn't even know she's ill

Stay in control, increasing the rush
Food controls her pain
She feels Alive hear the flush
Something is so strange in her brain

No one can touch her
No one gets in
No one will reach her
No one gets in

Don't know how to understand
Don't know if I will
Be a good Dad and comprehend
The mind of my Poor Lucille

I've told her so many times before
I gave her my piece of advice
Now did I talk to receptive ears?
And who's gonna pay the price

Don't know how to understand
Don't know if I will
Be a good Dad and comprehend
The mind of my Poor Lucille

I 've told her so many times before
I gave her my piece of advice
Now did I talk to receptive ears?
Who's gonna pay the price

Dads Deutsche Food Exersise

Eat
Chew
Swallow
Keep it
Eat
Chew
Swallow
Keep it

Poor Lucille she was standing still
In front of the mirror
Out of her senses
And she's feeling all right

Poor Lucille always feeling ill
In front of the mirror
A stone of her body
Is a weight of her mind

Gathered at the emergency ward
A room so full of tears
Her body will not take no more
Her eyes.. It's not so clear

The Doctor came and said" I'm sorry
What more can I do?
It's sad and painful for you all
I really feel for you!"

At first... so empty, Is it real?
But the pressure will grow strong
And reach this limit You'll ask yourself
When did we do so wrong?

You will never understand
The reason for this pain
Who to blame Who's the fault
The questions will remain

Poor Lucille died for real
In front of the mirror
Poor Lucille died for real
In front of the mirror.....