Now it’s hard to tell from a photograph
But I’d been many a year on these cursed dating apps
The most beautiful woman I ever did see
Picked a good man when she swiped right on me
She sent me a message in the middle of the night
Wasting no time, to her house she did invite me
“You’re too trusting, darling” was my only reply
“I’ll come, but you’re lucky I’m a real nice guy”
Call me Mr. Lucky, I’ve got it made
Favourite son, quarterback, perfect date
They get jealous of me, can’t make the grade
They can’t see we all can’t be Mr. Lucky
Pulled up to an old house as thunder clapped
She came to the door dressed head-to-toe in black
Less pretty than the pictures, and I told her so
Tall for a girl, and what I’d call ‘big-boned’
She took me to the kitchen, and that I liked to see
Though she was not enticing, her cooking just might be
I’m the kind of guy to always find the silver lining
And who am I to pass up on this lady’s wine-and-dining?
Call me Mr. Lucky, don’t have to try
Logical, rational, party guy
They get jealous of me and I see why
They don’t see, we all can’t be Mr. Lucky
Die - die - die
Die - die - die
Die - die - die
Die- die - die
The food was off, she was no top chef
I spat it out and the crazy bitch just laughed
My throat closed up and her face got hazy
The first words she said to me were “how you feeling, baby?”
My life it did flash before my eyes
Glad to report that I did everything right!
Now the poison’s setting in and I won’t live long
Lucky if I have the time to finish up this song
He was Mr. Lucky until he died
Arsenic, strychnine, cyanide
It can get so hard on these dating apps
Think you’ve found the one and then you start from scratch
Other lyrics by Nora Kelly Band:
Cryin'
When we were together I could tell you’d been here before But I had never known what love is Sometimes I wish I could stop my rambling, baby It’s just that loving makes …
Don't Lay Your Cards Out
Don’t lay your cards out honey You talk a mile a minute I can see you’re really in it But not all people want what’s best for you Don’t lay your cards out honey I see …
Imposter Syndrome
I could really use a reset now Or just a kick in the head You called me selfish and I felt that, ow Now I can’t get out of bed You shut me down, you turned me off And my …
Intentionally
Lighting candles, burning sage Turn my bad curse to good days, to good days Finding new words just to say All the old things that don’t change, they just don’t change …
Irish Goodbye
I need some advice From somebody who loves me Someone who’s been here before I’ve been rolling dice Been taking my chances But the stakes aren’t as low as before I think …