When it comes to fall guys I'm the worst
I'm so used to seeing bubbles burst
Every day with me is April 1st
Please, no glances, no advances

Just my luck to like your eyes
When all the time I know that can't be wise
Just my luck your lips are lovely
That's why they are so good at lovely lies

Just your luck you're fancy free
Too bad there's no-one else around but me
Should we laugh and say it's just our luck?
Or should we trust our luck and fall in love?