I can't make decisions.
Not unless some intervention
Pushes me around.
You move much like a go-go dancer.
Scorpio or maybe Cancer.
Either of the two will do for now.

The time and place where you were born.
I know I click with a tail or a horn.
I'm unoriginal, it's fine.
I want to know about your zodiac sign.

Shallow hallmark greetings.
From Ouija boards and daily beatings rule my hours.
(So do those fabulous crystal powers.)
When Jean Dixon summons me,
I hang on every word she puts my life in Tina Turner overdrive
With that you say I've lost my mind.

Oh - The seventh house is rising fast.
I'm a natural with a horse or a a rat.
I'm unoriginal, it's fine.
I think I love you and your zodiac sign.

Oh - Why are you leaving for the door?
Maybe my shadow was exposing my horns.
I'm unoriginal, it's fine.
I want to know about your zodiac sign.
I've got a boner for your zodiac sign.

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