Ladyluck Tribal

She raised her glass and made love in the dark.
She wasn’t tired, didn’t want to go out after.
She had sunglasses,
didn’t want to turn on the lights.
She sure was the best-looking girl,
had the might.

Is it the nectar or is it the poison that attracts most?
There is something of both in her erotic soul.
Ladyluck is with me,
joy and oneness is her goal.
“I can go either way,”,
that’s what she said, you know.

She wanted me to tell her,
followed me into the foyer.
Some of them girls with style and money get a lot of mail.
But she just told the truth, shared experiences.
I said “Yes,” in a touchin’ voice, close to her,

“Ladyluck, wait a minute. Is it you?”
And she nodded.
She turned to me in her coat and looked great.
She wasn’t into asking questions with dull answers.
She only said: “I just came over to have a look at you.”

I didn’t have to wonder what she meant.
She needed me and she wasn’t on another date.
I left my clothes lyin’ ‘round and got hold of her hands.
She liked to watch me and touch me,
Ladyluck is a real friend.

I asked her if she wanted to drink and she said:
“All the drinks that come from your pretty thing are great.”
She stood in white socks, she was looking up.
I helped her out and she struck the match.

Young she was and nice lookin’
when she said: “I love you.”
That’s why she liked paintings and liked living rooms
and liked the ocean at night and the shafts of light.
Ladyluck is easy goin’, knockout style.

She raised her glass and made love in the dark.
She wasn’t tired, didn’t want to go out after.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany