I will throw some sea salt over my own head
Sprinkle flour to keep satan off my door stepThese are the habits that I can't understand
My rational reflexes stupefy
My super superstitious contrabandChinese charms with concave mirrors peer off my sill
Special stones and crystal bones protect me untilMy mind overcomes the myth
Of my whispering behemoth
I'll never walk under a ladder
Be careful your mirrors don't shatterI add to my copper corner
Lucky pennies, turquoise and fools gold
I light up my ghost-town sage
Water glasses, oils, a witches orb
I'll never itch my palm
Here's to my lucky dog
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