you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer, superstition ain't the way, yeah, yeah Very superstitious, nothin' more to say Very superstitious
IN MY HEAD !!! I'm so damn superstitious I run from black cats I don't wash my dick on weekends You can't change that, so don't try I am so damn superstitious
Ain't superstitious, black cat crossed my trail I ain't superstitious but a black cat crossed my trail Bad luck ain't got me so far and I won't let it
Well, I ain't superstitious But a black cat 'crossed my trail No, I ain't superstitious But a black cat 'crossed my trail Bad luck ain't got me too far
Some of them were superstitious Sitting with their backs facing the orchard All of them with mittens on their hands and feet Were waiting there for winter
Ain't superstitious, black cat crossed my trail. I ain't superstitious, but a black cat crossed my trail. Bad luck ain't got me so far, and I won't let
name, I'll be there And if a mirror should break, it's easy to take Deep down I know that you care Well, I'm not superstitious, no, ooh I'm not superstitious
'd be better off (Superstitious) Superstitious (Superstitious) Feeling (Superstitious) Going round and round my (Superstitious) Superstitious (Superstitious) Feeling (Superstitious) Going round and round my head (Superstitious
Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail Well, I ain't superstitious, oh, the black cat just cross my trail Don't sweep me with no broom
by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson "Sounds like a lot of supernatural boloney to me." "Supernatural, perhaps...baloney, perhaps not."
understand, When you suffer, Supersticion ain't the way. When you believe in things, That you don't understand, When you suffer, Superstition ain't
Ain?t superstitious Black cat crossed my trail I ain?t superstitious But a black cat crossed my trail Bad luck ain?t got me so far And I won?t let it
Meet me on the bottom, bring me my running shoes. When I come out the window, we ain't got time to lose. Well I ain't superstitious, but a black cat
Some of them were superstitious sitting with their backs facing the orchard. all of them with mittens on their hands and feet were waiting there for winter
Meet me on the bottom, bring me my running shoes, When I come out the window, we ain't got time to lose. Well I ain't superstitious, but a black cat
