Good Luck

Back in the day when I held you, oh, I really held you

I pulled you and compelled you

And maybe I was spell bound too

But back in the day 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 a 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