To have her fortune told.
Now she is a mother she's feeling kinda old,
She'll take a knife for two.
She'll slit her throat of the one she trusts,
Of the one who stole the right to choose.
Back at home there was no chance.
He took what she could get.
That men would no his name,
But they sucked him in and spat him out,
You know there all the same.
I looked deep in their eyes.
Now I've learned to tell,
'Cause they won't give you nothing,
They like to see you fall.
Well 1 day I'm gonna walk through the door,