| The fortune queen of new orleans
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| Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
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| On the back seat were scratches
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| From the marks of men her fortune she had won
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| Couldnt see through the tinted glass
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| She said, home james and he hit the gas
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| I followed her to some darkened room
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| She took my money, she said, ill be with you soon
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| Dark lady laughed and danced
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| And lit the candles one by one
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| Danced to her gypsy music
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| Till her brew was done
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| Dark lady played black magic
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| Till the clock struck on the twelve
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| She told me more about me Than I knew myself
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| She dealt two cards, a queen and a three
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| And mumbled some words
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| That were so strange to me Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
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| My eyes saw red but the card
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| Still stayed black
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| She said the man you love is secretly true
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| To someone else who is very close to you
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| My advice is that you leave this place
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| Never come back and forget you ever saw my face
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| So I ran home and crawled in my bed
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| I couldnt sleep because of all the things she said
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| Then I remembered her strange perfume
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| And how I smelled it once in my own room
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| So I sneaked back and caught her with my man
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| Laughing and kissing till they saw the gun in my hand
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| The next thing I knew they were dead on the floor
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| Dark lady would never turn a card up anymore |