Egghead
Neighborhood Palm Reader
Wake up and go to work and I read her signShe looks right back at me and she reads my mindTea leaves and tarot cards and crystal ballsI come in supplication, ask her anything at allThere goes my neighborhood palm readerYou know that I’m her biggest fanThere goes my neighborhood palm readerShe’s in Astoria but the future’s in my handsShe sits in a storefront window that’s a little more than a holeShe speaks English and Spanish and a couple of phrases of CreoleShe speaks in prophecies of fate and doom and luckShe’s got all the answers and five of my hard-earned bucksOne day soonI’ll know what she’s aboutOne day soonMy lifeline will run out
From Letras Mania