Go to the carnival, get a fortune telling from the red dressed gypsy behind the booth. You just got told the obvious truth. She has your cash, your as dumb as nails and you better get a wife who can pay for food. You were conned by a gypsy, the highway man of the night. A woman in red with a 28 tooth grin, white as the pearls around her neck. She's a player and a hater, but shes gotta eat.
Your fortune was told, you'd take a trip. From one pocket to another your cash went. All for a pat and nod of good health to come.
