Coming off the moonnWith my lady luck in hastenGave me shots of sorrownShaved in photogenic lacennTying off her armnMy lady luck did answernTurn up the sky father musicnEverything below you is cancernnTalking as she walksnSo nervous and so shynShe reads the look a second timenBecause of people's eyesnnI love I love I love I love khalidianEye love eye love eye love eye love khalidiannShooting up a thoughtnHigher than the skynShe turns aroundnAnd looks at all the people's eyesnnI love I love I love I love khalidianEye love eye love eye love eye love khalidiannLicking off the spoonnMy lady luck with cheersnGave wedding bells to martyrsnWho burned her grace to tearsn