Wrote for Luck

Wrote for Luck
I wrote for luck, they sent me you
I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form a queue
You try something hard
There's nothing else you can do
Well that much, I've been trained
I can sit and stand and beg and roll over
And I don't read, I just guess
There's more than one sign
But it's getting less

And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth but now you're liar
You used to speak the truth but now you're clever
And wrote for luck, and they sent me you
I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form a queue
Try something hard
There's nothing else you can do
And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth but now you're clever
You used to speak the truth but now you're clever
And when it's hot, you start to melt
'Cause you're not made of king
You're made of chocolate
And when it's cold, you tend to crack
You keep on piling out, not pulling back