When in my lap good fortune lands
And I have putty in my hands
And chance to make good fortune real
Then a sense of dread I feel
For if I fail to rise to fame
There’s no-one but myself to blame.
(Luck can be very scary!)
When in my lap good fortune lands
And I have putty in my hands
And chance to make good fortune real
Then a sense of dread I feel
For if I fail to rise to fame
There’s no-one but myself to blame.
(Luck can be very scary!)