The tourmaline queen, her majesty
Spearheading her own personal odyssey, call it vanity
Or anything you like
Takin' walks in the sunshine
In fancy clothes
Grabbin' fortunes off of trees down by the river
Only taking the ones she likes
She burns the rest and marches on
Til' the sun is gone

Lives alone on the northside
Nothin' but spells
And personal charm
You best come armed
With the stone that she values most
Tourmaline

Only ever comes to the city on pagan holidays, to sit in cafes
Orders exclusively ginger tea with a shot of espresso to chase the bitterness of livin' away
Never asks for wi-fi, she’s got her own connections
Slides lovin' to the devil in exchange for poetry lessons
Digs your fortune for free so she might steal your soul
And that might not be all

Lives alone on the northside
Nothin' but spells
And personal charm
You best come armed
With the stone that she values most
Tourmaline

Keeps all of her negative energy in a glass up on a shelf
Doesn’t dig that bogus hocus pocus gibberish but owns a voodoo doll of herself
Got a secret greeting for every street cat she keeps seeing
Her sitting rooms got oddities that mirror mausoleums
Couldn’t fit a tarot suit so she sewed a suit of her own
A suit of stones

Lives alone on the northside
Nothin' but spells
And personal charm
You best come armed
With what I don’t suppose
You might already know
So let’s just have a toast
Tourmaline