I Can’t Believe My Luck (I Really Hope I Don’t Fuck This Up)

Yesterday, when i went for a walk
I met this girl who caught my eye
She took me to the nearest bar and said
“I need a drink, and then we’ll need a ride”

Oh, my dear, I wish I could
But I’m too broke and I’m dead drunk
She said “don’t worry, I got you this time
But next time we meet you better comply”

Oh, I can’t believe my luck
Oh, I really hope I don’t fuck this up

I get some whiskey, she orders wine
As the rain invites some people to hustle inside
We watch the cats through the window, laying behind the blinds
Of the old cafe that closed when that old lady died

Her big green eyes pierce right through me
With her easy smile she puts me at ease
She says “hey, why don’t we go back to my place”
But all i can think about is

Oh, I can’t believe my luck
Oh, I really hope I don’t fuck this up