Anything she makes But never fits me Everything she does Is about the chip me Maybe, she's scaring to mistreated me Wants to be the next that I've known
I'm so lucky not to please her Never had a chance to meet and tease her So I'm keep trying to be with her By the time the conscious to go
The every has a grace Lady luck in base And not the only smile upon her face I wonder who do you place My little lady luck in base 'Cause not the only smile upon her face I'd returned out of space But we never like somedays But only it's not my life Always If somebody complains She tries to graduate And I'm gonna do is Still I'm in chase
She's the sugar Give my ticker She's ringing call again I pick up Walking in the dark She likes to kick-up I don't know What she is standing for She's the tarn of barney Not likes the monkey She's not be back About my working She's an expected trouble knocker Every knocker at my door