I thought it would feel good to be

once more in a lover’s arms.

I didn’t suspect my choice had stuck

me in the way of harms.

I thought I’d found a love too good to be true.

Now your christmases will be nothing but blue.

Cos you’re getting seven years bad luck

for what you did to me.

All good that I’ve found you’ve taken away.

You robbed me of delight.

I’ve no more pep, I’ve no more pluck,

no way to escape from this plight.

In my innocence you used me like a tool.

Now you’ll be made the April Fool.

Cos you’re getting seven years bad luck

for making me cry today.

I knew you were misfortune from the start,

I just didn’t want to see.

I thought someone had finally passed the buck

and that someone had passed it to me.

I took you in, I made you mine.

Now you’ll never be anyone’s valentine.

Cos you’re getting seven years bad luck

for breaking my willing heart..