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• Artiste: King Blues (The)
• Titre: Out Of Luck
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With the red scrunchie for her birthday gift, She scrapes her hair into a Croydon facelift, Punch drunk love at sweet 16, She thumbs a ride to Gretna Green, Leaving something old for somewhere new, To be with someone battered, black and blue, She turns out her light with a song to sing, Grabs her shoulder bag and her Argos ring, And she says, Without a penny, in my pocket, I'm out of luck in this kind of town, But I've got you right by my side, So I won't let them drag me down, He turned from Jack the lad into Jack the dad, His heart was pure but the town was bad, He had a broken heart from a broken home, She heard his breaking voice through a broken phone, He said “For you girl I'd walk a Swedish mile, For a Glasgow kiss and a Chelsea smile”, So he drove til it was morning light, And the birds will sing him to sleep tonight, And he says, Without a penny, in my pocket, I'm out of luck in this kind of town, But I've got you right by my side, So I won't let them drag me down