My true love comes by,
Drinks and talk and his beautiful face,
I go through his palm lines.
I see three, three is me,
And I forward fast in time.
Two from her,
But the third one... is mine.
The second one is a she,
And he keeps trying for a three.
But didn't tell him,
Three is mine.
I told him what I saw,
Not what I hear.
I can blame it on the night
And the wine.