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That afternoon I inquire again
How long do we have, can you tell me when?
She pumps her milk into my tippee cup
And tells me "Our future is all used up"
Walking down the street I saw a sign
"Your Fortune Told -- Yours and Mine"
I look in the window, I see her face
She smiles at me in all upper case
I open the door, I walk inside
She stares at me with tropical eyes
Fortune teller, what's my fate?
She says: "Oh no, it's way too late"
Help me please, I need to know
She says "Careful what you're wishing for"
Fortune teller read my future for me
She says "Honey, you haven't got any"
Then she locks the door, turned off the light
Lit a tiny red candle that burned all night
In the morning I whispered "What did you mean?"
She just laughed and put me back between
A finger on my back circles round and round
I try to roll over but she holds me down
What's the future of humanity?
She says "That will require minor surgery"
Her fingernail cuts ten letters in my skin
Two naked bodies one shaking from within
Are we doomed to extinction?
Is it really too late?
Those ten bloody letters spelled
ITS ALL FATE
I-T-S A-L-L F A-T-E
No apostrophe
No apology
That afternoon I inquire again
How long do we have, can you tell me when?
She pumps her milk into my tippee cup
And tells me "Our future is all used up"
I knew down deep she might be right
I kissed her twice and squeezed her tight
Walking down the street I saw a sign
"Your Fortune Told -- Yours and Mine"
Walking down the street I saw a sign
"Your Fortune Told -- Yours and Mine"
Walking down the street I saw a sign
"Your Fortune Told -- Yours and Mine"