Tekster: Proclaimers. Oh Jean.

I'd never been lucky
With girls I confess
Don't know who to blame
For my lack of success

'Cause even with ones
Up the back of a bus
There was always the risk
Of a slap in the puss

But Jean, oh, Jean
You let me got lucky with you
Oh, Jean, oh, Jean
You let me got lucky with you

The first time I met you
It did cross my mind
The next time I saw you
There wasn't the time

The third time I saw you
I thought that I could
The fourth time I met you
I knew that I would

Oh, Jean, oh, Jean
You let me got lucky with you
Oh, Jean, oh, Jean
You let me got lucky with you

I love her, I love her, I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her

I want you forever
I want you for good
So I'm gonna treat you
The way that I should

For your soul and body
My hearts gonna pound
Even after the day
That I'm laid in the ground

'Cause Jean, oh Jean
You let me get lucky with you
Oh, Jean, oh, Jean
You let me got lucky with you

I love her, I love her, I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her

Oh, Jean, oh, Jean
You let me got lucky with you
Oh, Jean, oh, Jean
You let me got lucky with you

I love her, I love her, I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her
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