Published: 28 March 2025

You gotta be lucky to be in love

You gotta be lucky to be in love.
Bet on the hot hand, roll the dice,
play hard to be twice as nice.
Cut a two, make it hearts,
you gotta make the bet if you want the part;

you gotta be lucky to be in love.

You gotta be lucky to be in love.
It ain’t heaven that drops from above,
you gotta work to make it play,
by bright night or darkest day.
Be the sun, be the stars,
bring it home in moonshine jars;

you gotta be lucky to be in love.

You gotta be sweet,
you gotta be sour.
A savoury treat,
not some candy ass flower.
You gotta do more than pretend
luck’s your best friend,
you gotta ante up, lay it on the line,
be more than a one day Valentine;

you gotta be lucky to be in love.

Sweep the table, clear the felt,
be amazed by the cards you’re dealt.
You’re on a streak, you’re the play,
be the biggest winner every day;

you gotta be lucky to be in love.

Keep it groovy,
like an old time movie
girl meets boy, boy meets girl,
you both win the world;

you gotta be lucky to be in love.

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