I'm psychic, she said,nI've got this power,nWhy don't you slip off those jeans,nLet's take a shower?nDrink up your Coke and rumnThe tarot cards promised you'd comennJesus Aitch Christ,nI've come too far to stop,nShe plied me with bourbonnAnd EuropopnnShe said, Won't you kiss my throat again?nAnd tomorrow we'll wake up to the sound of rain.nSha-la-la-la-lanSha-la-la-la-lann(I felt her cat rub against my legs)nnShe'd tracked me downnTo this all-night placen'Cause the tea leaves revealednPrecisely my facennNow she's fiddling with the clasp of her bra,nAnd humming an old-fashioned tune, sha-la-la nnHer duvet is bathed innThe green aquarium lightnHer juju dolls watch over usnAll through the nightnnSo I pressed my lips to the small of her back againnAnd just like she said, we woke up to the sound of rainnSha-la-la-la-lanSha-la-la-la-la