Boys march into the world
Concerned of me, they were younger than me
? poke through the trees
d**h on the wind, they were aiming at him
And as the boys came, he didn’t go
He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck
And he felt the magic quickly
Keeping him for long in maybe someplace mystical and warm
His lucky charm
You got a problem, he will cover it all
He’s breathin’ their s**, not even their scotch
He even doubt when he stepped on the lung
They would doubt it in song
It didn’t go well
And when her letter came he didn’t cry
He wrapped her pantyhose around his eyes
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And he felt the magic quickly
Keeping him for long even though she didn’t love him anymore
There went his lucky charm