One can tell by the swell
Thoughts vast like the ocean,
 Lives lost at sea on the quest for the potion
truth sung like an old familiar Recollection, 
word selection paramount to
Syllable collection,
Try to Count the tempo
slow it down like your heart,
Monks trained for years To perfect the art,
Patience and preparation 
ingredients for luck
If found round  chinatown like Peking duck.
Crack your fortune cookie
bet a fortune on the rookie,
My Style put hair on your chest like a wookie.
Your girl likes my hand up on her breast and her cookie
 whispered sweet nasty
now and she wants the nookie
You can bet your bookie
If I take her to the bedroom,
Action satisfaction now she call me max headroom.