Zulu Lulu - Bruce Dickinson

She fixed me in the corner with that beutiful brown eye.

She said I’d like to meet you I was so suprised.

Well, what can I do for you.

What can you do for me.

We made for the exit had to wait and see.

I hope I’m not wasting your precious time.

I no your not wasting mine.

We came together over coffee with milk.

She never stopped till every drop was spilled.

She was a zulu lulu.

Broke my back and my heart at the same time.

It was nice.

Just a zulu lulu.

I had to move on when I came back she’d gone.

She dropped to her knees.

I guess she had religion.

She lived with her mother.

Had been a good girl twice.

When I asked her to comment on her present position.

She said she’d like to take a late preachers advise.

I ain’t looking for sympothy.

But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice.

She said I don’t like to preach to the converted.

I said you could be a good girl more than twice.

Like this.

I ain’t looking for sympothy.

But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice.

She looked me up and down and said Assiagod for me.

I began to see god.

She said, wait and see babe.

Wait.

Wait.

Im coming.