Seven Sisters

Well I know of a line of sisters
That be fating to find misters
Some of them count, already found
Until they’re out all over town
I want to look, yet they’re so far away
I can’t find my lover
I can’t find my lover
I can’t find my lover
Got a Chevrolet and Porsche and misses
Then there’s Aston and Lexus, just switch it
When you’re old, you’re gonna try to resist it
You’re just paying the whole time to kiss them
Already left, it’s a quarter to two
Heard of the curse, well I’m living proof
Part of the top and they’re already full
I can’t find my lover
I can’t find my lover
I can’t find my lover