Song Superstition - QuincyJones. Very superstitious, writing on the wall. Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall. Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass. Seven years of bad luck, the
. It's bargain day. Gone are all their charms. They need somebody bad. To put themselves around. Where can he be found. Here we have a pair of eyes. A little of dry of tears. A little bleak. And
Night and stars above that shine so bright. The mystery of their fading light. That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sand so I may keep. The memory of our
