Max Webster

Coming off the moon / with my lady luck in haste
Gave me shots of sorrow / shaved in photogenic lace
Tying off her arm / my lady luck did answer--
Turn up the sky father music / everything below you is cancer
Talking as she walks / so nervous and so shy
She reads the look a second time / because of people's eyes...
C--i love i love i love i love Khalidia
eye love eye love eye love eye love Khalidia
Shooting up a thought / higher than the sky
She turns around / and looks at all the people's eyes...C
Licking off the spoon / my lady luck with cheers
Gave wedding bells to martyrs / who burned her grace to tears