When I woke up tonight
I said I'm gonna make somebody love me
I'm Gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it's you
You're Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna
Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna
Wanna go where I never let you before

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna
Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna
Wanna go of what I never let you before

Well he's a friend and he's so proud of ya
He's a friend and I knew him before ya
Oh yeah

Well he's a friend and we're so proud of ya
Your famous friend well I blew him before ya
Oh yeah

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna
Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna
Wanna go where I never let you before

Here we are at the transmission party
I love your friends
They're all so arty
Oh yeah

When I woke up tonight
I said I'm gonna make somebody love me
I'm Gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it's you
You're Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky

Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna
Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna
Want a go, of what I never let you before

Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky
Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky
Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky
Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky
Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky
Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky

Yeahhh!

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"They're all so clever and pretty." His mouth closed over the cigarette, sucking in the tangy smoke for a moment before release. His long fingers stubbed the cigarette into an over filled ashtray, knocking over some bent fillers in the process. He studied more people as they came up to the scratched bar; they regarded him with the merest flicker of the eyes, not really meeting his own which glowed slightly crimson in the dim light.

The young man took a sip of his drink, his eyes never once leaving the large group of bar goers as they walked in and out. They stopped on one name in particular, the life span...he smirked and stood from his comfortable position on the bar stool. He walked through the people like a ghost, weaving around the closely knit bodies, to the object of his interest.

The woman sipped slowly at her drink; her hands were old looking, and her finger nails were chewed down to the quick. Her loosely curled hair, thrown up in a hastily made bun, was beginning to grey in streaks. He tapped her on her stooped shoulder; she jumped slightly, turning toward him like a frightened animal. "Excuse me..." He said lowly, smiling at her charismatically. Her eyebrows creased, and she looked around for someone else he might be talking to. He chuckled and asked if he could sit down. They began talking; she had been quiet at first, but as she grew more relaxed (and the alcohol helped), she began to get more outgoing.

Later, he was helping her get into her apartment; she kept leaning up against him, touching him on the face and arms. "I...feel...funny..." And she began to sway on her feet.

When she fell to a heap, he smirked lightly. He dragged her into her living room, sprawling her on the floor. He walked into the small kitchen, and opened a drawer to find a hammer. Returning to the living room he began to hum a small tune. She didn't stir when he began to beat her left arm. He watched as the skin begin to bruise and purple where he repeatedly smashed the hammer into it. He glanced at her lifespan, growling softly when the numbers only went down one by one. "This isn't working..." He huffed.

He pulled out a knife from the pocket of his jeans. The steel was lightly stained a brown-orange colour; he placed the knife against the purpled skin of her left arm and began to cut. His eyes lowered to half mass, and a small serene smile spread across his lips. The arm came off with a sucking crunch, and he began work on her right leg.

Blood leaked out on the dingy carpet as he worked the skin. Grabbing the hammer, he crushed the femur with two heavy blows.

They young man hoisted the heavy leg over his shoulder and walked into the bathroom. Without turning on the light, he dumped the leg into the bathtub and turned away.

He walked back into the living room. Spying a wall opposite of the woman, he took the hammer and two straw wara ningyo. After the task was completed, he began the tedious process of wiping down everything.

Opening the window after locking the door, he smiled at the dead woman. "Good night Believe Bridesmaid...I had a lovely time."

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