Good Luck

Back in the days when I held you Oh, I really held you I pulled you and compelled you And maybe I was spellbound too Back in the days if I hurt you Oh, I really hurt you Could barely look you in the eyes then Oh, maybe I'm a con man (a con man) You don't need a rabbit's foot or good luck charm What the hell, wish you well Couldn't do you no harm and I do you no harm I hope he's bright and big and strong With all the things, all the things that you want