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I went to have my fortune read |
The gypsy had a sign outside A small shop by the bar And since I had too much to drink I couldn’t walk too far I went to have my fortune read I did it as a joke She looked into her crystal ball And this is what she spoke “I see you are selfish man You only think of you You’re greedy and conceited You think you’re God’s gift too” Why did I do that gypsy wrong? I laughed right in her face I told her she was just a fraud That she was a disgrace Then she looked into my eyes And said my fate is sealed Unless I changed my life right now I never would be healed I just reached out and grabbed her ass That was my first mistake Then I asked her if her boobs Are real or if they’re fake That gypsy doesn’t have a sense Of humor and what’s worse She said her boobs are very real And left me with this curse Along with hives all over me She gave me something more Now I have boobs that I don’t want Though they look nice, for sure They would look great on any girl They are a perfect pair But you won’t see boobs like this again Not on any man, nowhere How could I hang out with the guys With my chest sticking out? I’d be a laughing stock with them Of that I have no doubt The hives will go away in time The boobs I’m not so sure Maybe I’ll get used to them In a few years, maybe more So now I’m online looking for The right size bra to wear ‘Cause these are bouncing all around When I walk anywhere I really like this push-up one In black or maybe red Or maybe something more demure A lacy white instead Now I have these perfect boobs (And who could think I would?) But since they just won’t go away I might as well look good Damn, I do look good! |
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