I'll never have luck with a guy like you...

I'll never have luck with a guy like you,
I was cursed by gypsies as a child:
palm held up and evil eye thrust on my forehead.

commanding hearts,
strike up orchestras,
as you flash a smile

and I see in your eyes:
a house, holidays and meeting the parents.

while you see reflected back:
the hungry desperation of a heart looking to be lifted.