The fortune queen of new orleans
Was [bad word] her cat in her black limousine
On the back seat were scratches
From the marks of men her fortune she had won
Couldn’t see through the tinted glass
She said, "home james" and he hit the gas
I followed her to some darkened room
She took my money, she said, "i’ll be with you soon"
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Dark lady laughed and danced
And lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music
Till her brew was done
Dark lady played black magic
Till the clock [bad word] on the twelve
She told me more about me
Than I knew myself

She dealt two cards, a queen and a three
And mumbled some words
That were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card
Still stayed black
She said the man you love is secretly [bad word] To someone else who is very close to you
My advice is that you leave this place [bad word] back and forget you ever saw my face
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So I ran home and crawled in my bed
I couldn’t sleep because of all the things she said
Then I remembered her strange perfume
And how I smelled it once in my own room
So I sneaked back and caught her with my man
Laughing and kissing till they saw the gun in my hand
The next thing I knew they were dead on the floor
Dark lady would never turn a card up anymore
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