I’m not really superstitious.
I don't believe black cats'll bring you bad luck.
I’m not afraid to walk under ladders.
You sprinkle voodoo dust
All around my door, if you must.
The voodoo in you,
The voodoo in you,
The voodoo in you, is makin' a believer - out of me.
Clear hearts, don't break if you don't use them.
I don't believe a little witch's tale.
I don't carry 'round no horseshoes.
Last time, kinda pushed my groove, ain't a-going to jail.
The voodoo in you,
The voodoo in you,
The voodoo in you, is makin' a believer - out of me.
I’m not what you'd call superstitious.
I don't believe black cats'll bring you bad luck.
Sprinkle that voodoo dust,
All around my door, if you must.
The voodoo in you,
The voodoo in you,
The voodoo in you, is makin' a believer - out of me.