Luck Of The Draw Lyrics & Chords By The New Yorker

You dust the bottles on the bar counter You're writing screenplays on the side Three nights a week can keep a girl workin Sometimes it's good to lose your pride. These...read more

Once slept with a black-haired lad Went up his apartment Pretty quickly, things turned bad Passion wasn't his department Too busy shoving poppers up his nose to notice me ...read more