Luck to be a lady, luck to be me, maybe…



Who knew?
Of all the people — you.
In an unexpected stroke of Irish luck
The clock of serendipity struck
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What’s going on?
Stuff like this doesn’t happen to me
How could this be?
What’s going on?
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Like I’ve said before
I don’t have bad luck
I have NO luck at all
Waiting for the other shoe to fall
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Any minute now, any minute now.
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Besides —
There are so many obstacles
Between me and you
Very few solutions too
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Got me thinking that
Life is too short to settle for all this loneliness and sorrow
Constantly being worried about tomorrow
A tomorrow that is always lacking
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Let me be your Marilyn Monroe
You can be my Joe DiMaggio
Watch my imagination continue to ebb and flow
Makes me want to know
Within the words of Kennedy, perhaps, we can find a possible remedy —
If not us, who?
If not now, when?

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