Good Luck - DIJON

Back in the days when I held you

Oh, I really held you

I pulled you and compelled you

And maybe I was spellbound too

Back in the days if I hurt you

Oh, I really hurt you

Could barely look you in the eyes then

Maybe I’m a con man, a con man

You don’t need a rabbit’s foot or 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

Good luck