It's too good, it's too right So something must be wrong It's a bubble that's gonna break Says Murphy's Law
I need you, I want you Been along too long If it might miss, it's gonna miss That's Murphy's Law
And the perfect fit just Rubs my worry stone But if it works, don't fix it Ya leave it alone
'Cause you're the only luck I need You make it go You're the only luck I need To make Murphy pass my door
We put something on baby Didn't we?, didn't we? Didn't we?, didn't we? It's so sweet, I repeat That must be something wrong If it might not Then we must stop and talk about it
It's a work of fiction They call it a law But the contradiction Is we fooled 'em all
You're the only luck I need You make it go You're the only luck I need You make Murphy tell and show
You're the only luck I need You make it go You're the only luck I need To make old Murphy pass my door
If it works, don't fix it The winner takes it all You know it's the Murphy fiction That's due for a fall
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Compositores: Alwin L Jarreau (Al Jarreau), Stephen Alan Kipner (Kipner Steve), Paul Steven Bliss ECAD: Obra #6078631 Fonograma #6069073