Spoken by Mike, the bartender:

For ev'ry rose that withers and dies

Another blooms in it's stead.

A new love waits to open its eyes

After the old love is dead.

Sung by Hannah:

That sounds alright in a careless rhyme

But there's seldom a second time

Better luck next time

That could never be

Because there ain't gonna be no next time

for me - no siree

Made up my mind

To make another start

I've made my mind up but I can't make up

my heart

I'd like a new lucky day

That would be nice

But this comes just once in a lifetime

not twice

So don't say better luck next time

That can never be

Because there ain't gonna be no next time

for me.