Psychic
(Look at that wing span)
(Look at that wing span)
My debonair soothsayer
You read me with such flair
Those who dread prophecy
Must not know how hot it can be
My debonair soothsayer
You read me with such flair
Shame on those who dread prophecy
They must not know how hot it can be
He sees my future and he sees me
Maybe we're meant to be
I think I fell in love with my psychic (my psychic)
He sees my future and he sees me
Maybe we're meant to be
I think I fell in love with my psychic (my psychic)
Yeah, yeah
My sweet, sweet mystic (huh?)
Are your lips too deep for kissing?
Heard the moon's acting brand new
Does this mean I belong with you?
My sweet, sweet mystic
Are your lips too deep for kissing? (kissing)
Heard the moon's acting brand new
Does this mean I belong with you?
He sees my future and he sees me
Maybe we're meant to be
I think I fell in love with my psychic
(I think I fell in love with my psychic, ooh)
He sees my future and he sees me
Maybe we're meant to be (be)
I think I fell in love with my psychic (ohh)
Yeah, yeah
(Look at that wing span)
(Look at that wing span)
No one knows the stars like him
No one pulls my cards like him
(whoa, whoa, whoa)
No one knows the stars like him
No one pulls my cards like him
My medium has this large heart
He's never ever too far from me (ohh)
My medium has this large heart (ooh)
He's never ever too far from me
Writer/s: Josiah Wise
