Outta Luck

There's a light in your hair, an apocalyptic glare

We're in love again, we're in love again

And it looks just like a comet, fire coming from it

Oh baby, let's just sit back and stare

We're in love again, we're in love again

And I can't stop thinking 'bout it

My favorite kind of fever

When you tell me not to doubt it, I tell you I believe you

I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck

And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front

And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk

Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck

Now there's cash on a stage, doesn't matter what they paid

We're in love again, we're in love again

So please don't stand around me

When she starts her dancing

I'm feeling like I might catch a case

We're in love again, I said we're in love again

And I can't stop thinking 'bout it

She's probably gonna leave you

But she tells me not to doubt it

And I'm starting to believe her

Understand

I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck

And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front

And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk

Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck

In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead

We'll bet on forever but we both know the spread

And the smoke from your fire's going straight to my head

So keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck

Where you been?

I been in the smoke

Oh oh, oh

I'm a man on a mission, you're a stripper out of luck

And we're good in the back seat but we're better up front

And there's blood on my knuckles 'cause there's money in the trunk

Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck

In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead

We'll bet on forever but we both know the spread

And the smoke from your fire's going straight to my head

So keep running out of luck, keep running out of...

Keep running out of luck