Broken jazz society

Summer superstition

Broken jazz society
Well, she thought it through
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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