An Ounce of Luck

As much as I'm interested
I'm scared
Of being taken advantage of
Time after time
They say I am naieve
But does this give them the right
To tell me what I ought to believe?
I know I can't wear my heart
On my sleeve
There is no protection
For my heart
On my sleeve
And until I know
What I can believe
I might be inclined to
Think that nothing I've been taught
Has ever brought
Anyone an ouch of luck
So I may as well say
What the f*ck