Lyric The Fortuneteller
I never got into magic, but the magic got into me.
I d been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free.
Men... i don t understand them.
They take you for all you got
And leave you howling at the moon
And thinking of... i don t know what...
Yeah, i do. thinking of that man.
Is he alone? is he thinking of me?
Does he still love me?
I needed some answers. deep answers ...
So there i was on the side of town where the beggars sleep.
It was late. real late ...
But i knew she d be open. gypsies love the night.
I heard that from a friend who once knew one.
Sure enough her light was on and her door was cracked.
The smell of incense made the night air cry out in desperation.
But i didn t care. i was looking for revelation.
So i walked in and made my way through a curtain of beads.
I put some money on the table
And she reached for a deck of cards and said: "sit."
She told me to look in her eyes.
I did... but i also kept my eye on that deck.
She gazed at a card and then she said ...
I can see that you don t really want to know
What your future holds as you travel down the road
You d rather believe that dreams do come true
Than to find out they can lie to you
She picked the money up from the table and stuffed it in her blouse.
I said, "wait a minute ... i was expecting a little bit more than that."
She said, "what do you want me to do? turn myself into a cat?
I could you know. and i believed here.
Everything got deadly quiet.
Man, i was scared, but i didn t show it.
Then she broke the silence. "why are your palms sweating, child?"
God, this woman was good.
I asked her to read my palm. she said,
"all right, but it ll cost you another fifty,
And then i m going to bed. gypsies hate the night...
Gimme your hand. i m gonna read between the lines."
I can see that you don t really want to know
What your future holds, as you travel down the road
You d rather believe that dreams do come true
Than to find he might be leaving you
She said ... i can see that you don t really want to know
What your future holds as you travel down the road
You d rather believe that dreams do come true
So does the man who s followed you.
I d been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free.
Men... i don t understand them.
They take you for all you got
And leave you howling at the moon
And thinking of... i don t know what...
Yeah, i do. thinking of that man.
Is he alone? is he thinking of me?
Does he still love me?
I needed some answers. deep answers ...
So there i was on the side of town where the beggars sleep.
It was late. real late ...
But i knew she d be open. gypsies love the night.
I heard that from a friend who once knew one.
Sure enough her light was on and her door was cracked.
The smell of incense made the night air cry out in desperation.
But i didn t care. i was looking for revelation.
So i walked in and made my way through a curtain of beads.
I put some money on the table
And she reached for a deck of cards and said: "sit."
She told me to look in her eyes.
I did... but i also kept my eye on that deck.
She gazed at a card and then she said ...
I can see that you don t really want to know
What your future holds as you travel down the road
You d rather believe that dreams do come true
Than to find out they can lie to you
She picked the money up from the table and stuffed it in her blouse.
I said, "wait a minute ... i was expecting a little bit more than that."
She said, "what do you want me to do? turn myself into a cat?
I could you know. and i believed here.
Everything got deadly quiet.
Man, i was scared, but i didn t show it.
Then she broke the silence. "why are your palms sweating, child?"
God, this woman was good.
I asked her to read my palm. she said,
"all right, but it ll cost you another fifty,
And then i m going to bed. gypsies hate the night...
Gimme your hand. i m gonna read between the lines."
I can see that you don t really want to know
What your future holds, as you travel down the road
You d rather believe that dreams do come true
Than to find he might be leaving you
She said ... i can see that you don t really want to know
What your future holds as you travel down the road
You d rather believe that dreams do come true
So does the man who s followed you.
