No luck.

It seems everybody's star struck.
I call that just luck.

I don't know what happened.
You deserved karma.

I wanted you to learn a lesson.
And I have a little confession.

You still have me up under you arm.
Hear that?

That's the sound of an alarm.
It seems my hearts been hit.

Then drenched in gasoline then lit.
But don't worry.

Right now it's under recovery.
Wow. Didn't I get lucky?