In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.
I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?
I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.
Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.