They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it fate
The cards and stars that tumble as they will
Tomorrow manifests and brings the bill,
For every kiss and kill, the small and great
You want to know the future, love? Then wait:
I'll answer your impatient questions. Still--
They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it fate
The cards and stars that tumble as they will

I'll come to you tonight, dear, when it's late
You will not see me, you may feel a chill
I'll wait until you sleep, then take my fill,
And that will be your future on a plate.
They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it fate.

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