Doro

I never got into magic - but the magic got into me.
I'd been tangled up in love, but afraid of being free.
Men... I don't understand them:
They take you for all you got
And leave you howling at the moon
And thinking of... I don't know what...
Yeah I do... thinking of that man...
Is he alone? Is he thinking of me?
Does he still love me?
I needed some answers - deep answers
So there I was, on the side of town where the beggars sleep..
It was late - real late.
But I knew she'd be open - gypsies love the night.
I heard that from a friend who once knew one.
Sure enough, her light was on and her door was cracked;
The smell of incense made the night air cry out in desperation.
But I didn't care, I was looking for revelation,
So I walked in, and made my way through a curtain of beads.
There must have been ten thousand candles - but only one was lit.
I put some money on the table
And she reached for a deck of cards and said: Sit.
She told me to look in her eyes..
I did... but I also kept my eye on that deck
She gazed at a card... and then she said:
I can see that you don't really want to know