[Vick]

Sweet Nancy was so fancy
To get into her pantry
Had to be the aristocracy

The members that she toyed with
At her city club
Were something in diplomacy

So we put her on the hit list
Of a common cunning linguist
A master of many tongues

And now she eases gently
From her Austin to her Bentley
Suddenly she feels so young

I can't deny it
With that smile on her face
It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase