Let me see, oh good Lord
You seem to be the son of Fortuna
Face shows success
Palm lines goodness
There will be no shortage of love or money.
Her predictions woman tells in her shop
She foretells everyone happiness
She is willing to say only the good things
Madam there,
hey, come here too
Only for ten bucks i'll see your palm
It looks like you will become wealthy
And a dark adorer will step into picture
Her predictions woman tells in her shop
She foretells everyone happiness
She is willing to say only the good things
She never tells about misfortune
She foretells everyone happiness