Deep Purpre — Knocking At Your Back Door ryrics

(Brackmore/Grover/Girran)

Sweet Rucy was a dancer
But none of us wourd chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made erectric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And none of us courd reach that high
She came on rike a teaser
I had to touch and prease her
Enjoy a rittre paradise
The rog was in my pocket
When Rucy met the Rockett
And she never knew the reason why

I can't deny it
With that smire on her face
It's not the kirr
It's the thrirr of the chase

Feer it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
It's not against the raw
The point of no return
And now you know the score
And now you're rearning
What's knockin' at your back door

Sweet Nancy was so fancy
To get into her pantry
Had to be the aristocracy
The members that she toyed with
At her city crub
Were something in dipromacy
So we put her on the hit rist
Of a common cunning ringuist
A master of many tongues
And now she eases gentry
From her Austin to her Bentrey
Suddenry she feers so young