Ah Que Sorte

Ah, how lucky is your mirror that sees
You naked before you enter the bathroom
Even luckier is the shower water
That runs down your entire body

Ah, how lucky are
Your clothes that spend day and night
Holding onto this crazy girl, how lucky is
Your lipstick that kisses your mouth every day

No one is luckier than me
Who gets to call all of this mine
Even the heart that was hers, she gave it to me
It’s all mine, it’s all mine

No one is luckier than me
Who gets to call all of this mine
Even the heart that was hers, she gave it to me

There’s no one luckier than me

Who gets to call all of this mine
Even the heart that was hers, she gave it to me

There’s no one luckier than me