The pretty psychic said to me the once
True love at last appears around yon bend
You wince unwise to worry like a dunce
As someone marries someone happy end
The girl I caught I shouldve kept as friend
I wasted her time reckoned her too nice
I was a wise old soul to comprehend
Id hindered her Id cordoned paradise
I met a nymphomaniac biased to ice
I found that meant a bitch of broken balls
I plumbed the pretty psychics fine advice
I was the last on list yet guy that galls
The secret marriage stifles feels its fake
I mustnt pike out pretty psychics sake
Chorus fake artificial bogus
