You're lucky to even know me.
You're lucky to be alive.
You're lucky to be drinking here for free cause I'm a
Sucker for your lucky, pretty eyes.
Bundle up and come with me now
Down the road to the burnt down barn
We could make a blanket of coats
...And breathe our souls into the neighbors front lawn
But oh god that look in your eye
Trouble that does not search words
It sprung from the biblical vine
And are waiting to return to the dirt
Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
Wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
High she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got
The moon in her eye
If this is the best of possible worlds, what then are the others?
― Voltaire, Candide