never had That's just the way things go so dry your runny nose good luck for everything so once again stay home and do nothing put stickers on your bed good luck
luckiest loser (That girl is crazy, she's a loco-motion) Luckiest loser (I know you know she used to be my girl) Luckiest loser (You better run for cover) Luckiest loser
Met a girl and wrote a letter to get her Asking her if she could fill a hole in my heart Now I got myself all messed up just my luck That she won't be
that dies some day comes back. Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City. Am C Now our luck
chance to change Every little thing that could have been As beautiful and so real? You'll never know You're bent out of shape, flat out of luck You try
, Before it breaks us in two. And because of my better judgement, Huh, I decided to let it pass, But now I just can't entertain it, So baby move your ass. Good luck
Look at the light coming over me Show me a man who's gentle and kind And I'll show you a loser Now, show me a man who takes what he wants Oh, how exciting
me I said the best of luck to you to your new love But I was lying no use denying I'm not as good a loser as I thought I'd be I hope our past is strong
down to the shades by the river one more time And feel the breeze on my face before I die I'm gonna leave whatever's left of my luck to the losers And
's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Now our luck
ace me now I've got niggaz rollin to that bitch Tracy Yeah, but Tracy ain't so gentle, niggaz thought she was simple and loses with two deuces and a fuckin pimple ("A loser
pop it like a bubble on the double I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover
smoochie poo at the stop light Ahem how's about a date? Two tickets for the circus pick you up at 8 [girl] Fuck no you're a loser [Violent J] Yeah
soon I've been too long overdue, now I'm gonna shoot the moon I'd bet it all on a good run of bad luck Seven come eleven and she could be mine Luck
that door You always cramped my style, I never noticed before It's been a non-stop party since I flew the coop I can't believe I fell for such a loser
wakes and begins to shout "Can you see anything?" Then the Greek appears on the second floor In his bare feet with a rope around his neck While a loser
noise And all the bullshit they seem to enjoy In school Call you slut Nothing but What the fuck are they into Stupid fools Losers assholes suck all the luck
of these barrio streets Moving up to shangri-la Came by his wealth as a matter of luck Says he never broke no law Two time loser running out of juice
