Oh my lady luck, glad we fucked

 
Decadence in your eyes when you think of that night
Your knees getting so sublime once we ride all night in that summer chime

Your decade old scream from the harrowed halls, as I brought you down to fruition
Those slow moans as you enter senscene where you can't handle it, all night

Oh my lady luck, those sleazy dresses to the starry dances
Under the moonlight as I saw you undrape with those fine lines still makes me cherish those times

The voluptuous nature of your hind, as we get breathless like an ash tray, it's fine
Yes it is senescence, less of Decadence
But my reminiscence is all fine
Glad I made you mine

Oh my lady luck, glad we fucked