Summer superstition
Broken jazz society
Well, she thought it through
And tried to rape me
All night long I’m calling maybe
And tried to rape me
All night long I’m calling maybe
You go up and I go down
Oh, just take that corner you left home
And I said why, why, why, why
God trying to say me
Oh, you ain’t no
Summer superstition
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