This Dame No Longer Believes Reverse

This Dame no longer believes in luck even my existence doesn’t make it real I’m the spitting image of prosperity still she doesn’t believe.. not at all sitting here wishing for another time another day another melancholy face what turned your brandy bitter what turned all those dreams sober eyes that would always roll the dice that inner light has become so dim an ace card thrown one too many times whenever you recite a hard luck rhyme but you gotta feel it in your bones As Sinatra said ‘Luck be a lady tonight.’