A white cat in a good mood
An owl on the TV
Smoke in the air, smell of incense
Her sweet eyes of intense pink
She gives filters against being single
And the recipes of joy
She reads fate in the stars
She tells you only, only lovely things
In my future tell me what there's
It'd be great if I were a king
And that blonde American
Either she falls in love or I turn her into a frog
I'm dying of curiosity
Tell me a bit of the truth
I want to know if with this love
I'll be happy or maybe it'll be worse
And fortune's spell
To buy ourselves the face of the moon