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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I asked a higher being,
The all-knowing and all seeing
If I should turn my life around
Or stay the same, all safe and sound.
I saw a vision in the blue
And what it said had to be true.
I summoned my courage and focused my zen.
It said “Reply hazy. Try again.”
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In my past life I drove a truck,
Was good-looking and funny,
And helped to build the pyramids.
I think that gypsy stole my money…