I go to a fortune teller
And give her fifteen dollars
And she pulls out a deck of cards
And makes some scary hollers
Then stares me in the eye and says
“I looked into the black
“And in about one minute
“You’ll ask for your money back.”
I go to a fortune teller
And give her fifteen dollars
And she pulls out a deck of cards
And makes some scary hollers
Then stares me in the eye and says
“I looked into the black
“And in about one minute
“You’ll ask for your money back.”
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