Mellissa Etheridge ~ Lucky

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  1. I want to see how lucky Lucky can be

    I saw you through my blind intoxication
    My shock induced insane self medication
    You looked at me and smiled
    Said get ready to get wild
    Sugar you just need a brief vacation

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    I want to see how lucky Lucky can be
    I want to ride with my Angel and live shockingly
    I want to drive to the edge and into the sea
    I want to see how lucky Lucky can be

    I was dried up I was starving I was mangled
    I looked like hell twisted up and tangled
    You whispered in my ear
    The ghosts are gone it's clear
    For too long you've been tied up you've been strangled

    [Chorus]

    I don't want to ride on the shotgun side
    Don't want to be a quaint observer on this super sonic ride
    Double down split the aces to the races
    I feel lucky tonight


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  2. "Secret Agent"

    Smooth as cream She's every young boy's dream
    She's like a hot rollercoaster on a video screen

    She's off the hook
    Take a look
    Let your imagination cook
    She don't play by the rules
    She don't go by the book

    All the boys wanna know
    If she's got something to hide
    All the girls are relieved
    She's working for the other side
    She's a sinner
    A saint
    She'll run it cool and hot
    She's a secret agent
    You can believe it or not

    Killer eyes
    that homicidal sight

    You can't resist it
    To be twisted in her suicidal thighs
    Confessional lips
    Professional fingertips
    It's a deception to perfection
    Her exceptional hips

    All the boys wanna know
    If she's got something to hide
    All the girls are relieved
    She's working for the other side
    She's a sinner
    A saint
    She'll run it cool and hot
    She's a secret agent
    You can believe it or not

    Her disguise is specialized
    And her code is confidential
    It's her modus operandi
    She's a threat
    Makes you sweat
    As she drags her cigarette
    Man, what you see
    Ain't always what you get

    She'll make a grown man cry
    She'll make a woman try
    She'll make you wanna believe
    And she will leave you high and dry
    You got nowhere to run
    got her phasers on stun
    With her toys like the boys
    She is second to none

    Everybody wants to know
    If she's got something to hide
    All the girls are relieved
    She's working for the other side
    She's a sinner
    A saint
    She'll run it cool and hot
    She's a secret agent
    You can believe it or not
     
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    brilliant :heart:
     
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