(Riff Regan)

It’s unromantic in the city
You have to pay
To dance the night away
I haven’t got any money
There must be another way
To make you stay with me

If I don’t have your love
I haven’t got anything to call my
Only what I’ve already lost
Some people call me insecure
And others call me immature
You call me lucky

It’s a crazy world we live in
It’s changing day by day
One minute I make my mind up
And then I see it in a different way

I’m confused as the rest
I only want to take what is the best
I’ll go along for the ride
But deep inside I’m always changing
Deep inside I’m always faking
You call me lucky

If I don’t have your love
I haven’t got anything to call my
Only what I’ve already lost
Some people call me insecure
And others call me immature
You call me lucky

Lucky
You call me lucky

You Call Me Lucky
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