HOROSCOPE #7

I will meet you tomorrow, by chance that's destiny
Fortuneteller tell a lie, sometimes that's a mystery

I don't care what you want
You spend much money, yes I know
You don't care what I want
I love some kind of music, yes you know

All day I want to sleep Sunday what do you think?
Next day is bull shit Monday let's go somewhere

I don't care what you need
You need real sunshine, no I want
You don't care what I need
I need a little siesta, no, you want

I will meet you tomorrow but I don't know you...