Wrote for Luck (club mix)

I wrote for luck

They sent me you

I sent for juice

You give me poision

I hold the line

You form the queue

Try anything hard

Is there anything else you can do?

Well not much - I've not been trained

I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over

I don't read

I just guess

There's more than one sign

But it's getting less

And you were wet

But you're getting dryer

You use to speak the truth

But now you're liar

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever

And I wrote for luck

And they sent me you

And I sent for juice

You give me poision

I hold the line

You form the queue

Try anything hard

Is there anything else you can do?

And you were wet

But you're getting dryer

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever

And when it's hot

You start to melt

'Cos you're not made of jean

You're made of chocolate

And when it's cold

You tend to crack

You keep on piling out

Not puttin' back ...