Lonely Luna

You're my anchor in a sea that's flowing green
A trial of passion as I fight to go upstream
A crocodile with a hunger for esteem
A lonely bog that hosts a fisherman who sings

She sings, la la lonely Luna
Bring me opportunity
Bring me lots of moolah
So I can dine with the kings

La la lonely Luna
Bring me opportunity
Bring me lots of moolah
So I can dine with kings

I'll leave a scar like a fingernail that cracked
I'll write the anthems for the meek
A shot towards the stars that resides amongst the trouts
It's gonna repel back, you'll soon find out

And she sings, la la lonely Luna
Bring me opportunity
Bring me lots of moolah
So I can dine with the kings

La la lonely Luna
Bring me opportunity
Bring me lots of moolah
So I can dine with kings

La-la-la-la-luna
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-moolah
La-la-la-la-la

La la lonely luna,
Bring me opportunity
Bring me lots of moolah
So I can dine with kings



Credits
Writer(s): Dominique Mccullough
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