Paroles: Jonas Friedman. Lucky Me.

Snow and cold set the scene
On a late Friday evening
You?re in an elegant gown
Dressed for the town to see
And wish they were me?

?Lucky me

I, I don?t look as nice
We both know I tried
The car is heating on the inside so
Fingers don?t fear
The cold as we steer
Off into the moonlight

And I know whose taking you home
Lucky me
And I know whose taking you home
Lucky me

We sway and dance through the night
I loosen my tie
And the seconds count down till its time
It?s time to leave; we?re both sad and relieved
But you catch me smiling cause

I know whose taking you home
Lucky me
And I know whose taking you home
Lucky me

And I can?t help but singing oh
La Da De Da Da De Da Da De Da Da De Da
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On our way home
You?re asleep
On the passenger seat
And I?m, taking you home