Dynamic Duo - Lucky ( The Sound Of Your Heart OST ) Lyrics

Slave slave slave
I’m your slave slave slave

Even cheap emoticons
Become like car keys in your hands
Not too long after, the door opens
My car engine starts
I’ve been waiting all day for your call
I’m on a broomstick and flying

Pride is like a cloud
I’m just your toy, your heart is too weak
I’m embarrassed to look at your body, it’s too nice
My heart aches, I feel bad for myself
Not only my heart but my body hurts too
I’m so pitiful right now

I think you’re really mine
You’re on top of my pupils
Shaking it like a bartender
I’m drunk with your alcohol
When I pass out and wake up
You run away, avoiding the awkwardness

Dirty embarrassment like being hungover
I try to hide it with a smile as I stand behind you
I knew it would be harmful
Without you, it’s only night
I knew it would be a sin
My insides have turned to ash
When I saw you with some other guy

My head keeps repeating it
My body is like a dog without an owner
I’m desperately waiting for your leash

I’m like a program that’s only for you for 24 hours
But you keep changing the channel, how many channels do you have?
You keep pinching my cheeks and cooing
It’s alright, I understand
You’re lucky you’re pretty all the time
You’re lucky you’re pretty
You’re lucky you’re pretty
Yes, I’m your slave slave slave

Your eye smile knocks me down in one try
You take my gun
If you leave, I’ll become a neighborhood watch
Protecting my phone all night
Uselessly wasting my data
Because the only star that rises in me is you

I’m always laughing haha
But you’re the God in charge of the universe
I’m like an ordinary fish
This is a Holocaust
Every day, I’m burning up and sacrificing to you
You’re like my master, I’m pledging my desire to you

It’s weird if it’s not ugly
Magic or tactical tricks?
I’m skeptical of your pretty body coming at me
What do you want from me
I can tell your feelings are fake
But you’re elegantly deceiving me

I’ll pay the price of a designer bag
You violently conquer me again
When a storm passes through my blankets
The mood becomes stiff again
Piece by piece, you’re so impatient
The space on my bed frees up again

Even before my hair dried
I’m shoving my feet into expensive shoes
I already knew about the silence
But when I accept it, my face is crumbling

I’m like a program that’s only for you for 24 hours
But you keep changing the channel, how many channels do you have?
You keep pinching my cheeks and cooing
It’s alright, I understand
You’re lucky you’re pretty all the time
You’re lucky you’re pretty
You’re lucky you’re pretty
Yes, I’m your slave slave slave
You’re a pretty young thing

What is this, the Joseon Era?
I’m doing whatever it is you tell me to do
I’m your slave slave slave
You’re so lucky
Just looking at your face makes me feel like I’m in debt

I’m your slave slave slave
You’re lucky you’re pretty all the time
You’re lucky you’re pretty
You’re lucky you’re pretty
Yes, I’m your slave slave slave