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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But I Didn’t, So She Lied, So I Asked For My Money Back And Now I’m Absolutely Convinced That Spirits Exist
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I Like An Easy Read
I’ve discovered I’m a psychic.
It’s really pretty slick!
If found out when my lover
Thought “I hope he’s not psychic.”
Well that relationship
Ended on an ironic note
When I shouted “ha ha, I am!”
And that was all she wrote…
Being a psychic in the dating pool
Is fun, to say the least.
I know which gal’s have hearts of gold
And which have infected yeast.
Now the mind of every man
Is a delightfully simple thing,
Like Indiana Jones
And the temple of “do I buy a ring?”
A woman’s mind is more complex
Like the tale of War and Peace
But from an eagle’s point of view
And written in Taiwanese.
I’ve gotten used to psychic life
And find a girl I may,
But when it comes to reading minds
I think I’m kinda gay.
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