What Luck
She's a silky smooth beauty
She's a lonely man's darling She's a concrete king's dream Of what he thinks must be starlight She's the full moon at midnight She's why the watchmen keep waiting She's the flash of inspiration In the great masters' paintings She's the nails in the door frame She's that urge to applaud She makes the madmen climb mountains To get closer to God She's the tide on the rocks She's why the Queen wears pearls She's the ambition in men To take over the world. She's your grandma's Victrola She made Pheidippides run She's the power of an idea Whose time has finally come And with all of these empires Gettin brought to their knees Oh what luck could have struck That she'd be standin with me? |
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