Baby You’re in Luck

Last night I got your letter
It weighed as much as a feather
Your words fly off the screen
Saying shit that you don't mean
Tommy two-cocks, not far from the shore
Will it be all right if I sleep on the floor?

Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck

Sentimental at best

Young heart in it's nest, sad song
French queen on display
Hoping she won't go away (nah nah no)
Now she's coming tword
And I feel like a sword at my side

Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
It could be the drugs
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough