i dont see ghosts i dont believe in thirteen i dont throw the tarot i dont follow astrology but i get superstitious when i it comes to you and me i cross my fingers baby i touch every tree i block the paths of black cats to keep you loving me cause i get superstitious when it come to you and me i pull on every wish bone i wish on every star i dont believe in good luck i wonder where you are i get superstitious when it comes to you and me dont care about broken mirrors leave my hat on the bed block the paths of black cats its all in my head cause i get superstitious when it comes to you and me