Peach Pit - Psychics In LA

Askin' up at em' in heaven
What are you saying with such a spin?
Winks at me like she's in
But I've seen the black run
Underneath her lashes
No way
Your baby's home safely
I cannot get on this
Palmistry in fashion
No way

Come back to me, go home maybe
Just to get away
Psychics in LA already going off at what kitty'd do
Have fun playin your soothsaying leaving me to pay
Psychic got it for me
And she's hangin' off of some little noose

Askin' up, what're you fakin'?
Coming to get it on such a whim
Winks at me like she's in
But it seems I've run upon somebody's racket
No way
Your baby's home safely
I cannot get on this horoscoping fashion
No way

Come back to me, go home maybe
Just to get away
Psychics in LA already going off at what kitty'd do
Have fun playin' your soothsaying leaving me to pay
Psychic got it for me
And she's hangin' off of some little noose

Come back to me, go home maybe
Just to get away
Psychics in LA already going off at what kitty'd do
Have fun playin' your soothsaying leaving me to pay
Psychic got it for me
And she's hangin' off of some little noose

Written by:
Bram Inscore, Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton

Publisher:
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