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
