Lyrics

I've never been to Paris, France I've never learned how to ballroom dance But she's still givin' me the chance How lucky can one guy be? I've never made a load-o-dough I've never been to a Broadway show But to her, I'm original Romeo How lucky can one guy be? Her other boyfriends and the hopeful men Call her on the telephone But at the end of the night, she's holding me tight And I'm the one takin' her home I'll never win a playoff game I'll never have a lot of fortune or fame But she loves me just the same How lucky can one guy be? Her other boyfriends and the hopeful men Call her on the telephone But at the end of the night, she's holding me tight And I'm the one takin' her home I'll never look like Gregory Peck I'll never mix with the hip jet set But she ain't thrown the towel in yet How lucky can one guy be?
Writer(s): John C. Boydston, William Beatty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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