Psychic

Look at that wing span
Look at that wing span
My debonair soothsayer
You read me with such flair
Those who dread prophecy
Must not know how hot it can be
My debonair soothsayer
You read me with such flair
Shame on those who dread prophecy
They must not know how hot it can be
He sees my future and he sees me
Maybe we’re meant to be
I think I fell in love with my psychic
He sees my future and he sees me
Maybe we’re meant to be
I think I fell in love with my psychic
Yeah yeah
My sweet sweet mystic
Are your lips too deep for kissing
Heard the moon’s acting brand new
Does this mean I belong with you
My sweet sweet mystic
Are your lips too deep for kissing
Heard the moon’s acting brand new
Does this mean I belong with you
He sees my future and he sees me
Maybe we’re meant to be
I think I fell in love with my psychic
He sees my future and he sees me
Maybe we’re meant to be
I think I fell in love with my psychic
Look at that wing span
Look at that wing span
No one knows the stars like him
No one pulls my cards like him
No one knows the stars like him
No one pulls my cards like him
My medium has this large heart
He’s never ever too far from me
My medium has this large heart
He’s never ever too far from me