It was thought previously that luck was a lady,
But it turned out that luck just wanted to fuck
One specific lady who at the moment
Is driving a convertible down a canyon road.
She sees herself thumbing for a ride, stops,
And the whole thing is set in motion forever.
The rusty hotel room, the foggy mirrors,
The banging and the backpedaling.
Luck moves like many other lucks,
Licks a woman like a lollypop stick,
And the lights are out for a spell and we’re
Left to make up the rest of the details.
It is known they do not involve drunken marriage,
But probably a chalkboard demonstration
At the end of which luck erases her footprints.