Bring it on down then, never lucky anyway
But who needs luck? Here’s to hoping
She can’t find the 20 she put in her wallet
She asked me about it but it’s loaded
I didn’t steal your money!
I didn’t steal your money!
She located the bill on the floor of the pickup
I circled my thumbs and I clenched my jaw
‘Cause see trust is heavy, broken piano
You’d have to pay someone to take it off your hands
To put it bluntly
You make me feel so crummy
So I'm making a plan, can I get to the gold mine?
I gotta love myself more than I need you near
I’ve got the resolve and I’ve got the conviction
This is one constructive eviction
