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  What your future holds, as you travel down the road:  You'd rather believe that dreams do come true,  Than to find out they can lie to you..."  She picked the money up from the table, and stuffed it in her blouse.  I said: "Wait a minute - I was expecting a little bit more than that"  She said: "What do you want me to do? - Turn myself into a cat?  I could, you know" - and I believed her...  Everything got deadly quiet...  Man, I was scared - but I didn't show it.    Then she broke the silence... "Why are your palms sweating, child?"  God - this woman was good!  I asked her to read my palm - she said:  "All right, but it'll cost you another fifty  And then I'm going to bed - gypsies hate the night...  Gimme your hand - I'm gonna read between the lines."  "I can see that you don't really want to know  What your future holds, as you travel down the road:  You'd rather believe that dreams do come true,  Than to find he might be leaving you."  She said: "I can see that you don't really want to know  What your future holds, as you travel down the road:  You'd rather believe that dreams do come true -  So does the man who's followed you."