Good Luck

Back in the days when I held you
Oh, I really held you
I pulled you and compelled you
And maybe I was spellbound too
Back in the days if I hurt you
Oh, I really hurt you
Could barely look you in the eyes then
Oh, maybe I'm a con man (a con man)

You don't need a rabbit's foot or good luck charm
What the hell, wish you well
Couldn't do you no harm and I do you no harm
I hope he's bright and big and strong
With all the things, all the things that you want