Testo Professor Trelawney

Oh, Professor Trelawney,
I don't see why we're here
You ask me to look inside my tea,
But I can't see it clear

Perfumed fumes and your dreamy voice
It's 85 degrees and you leave me no choice
I can't stand to hear much more of this Accio broom! I want to fly to bliss.

Oh, Professor Trelawney,
I don't see why we're here
You ask me to look inside my tea,
But I can't see it clear

Mars and Venus don't concern me
I'm tired of you telling me death's coming to me
You always shudder when I come around
Shouldn't you be scared your sherry's gonna be found

Oh, Professor Trelawney,
I don't see why we're here
You ask me to look inside my tea, But I can't see it clear