Pawn To King

Tipsy now I crawl back into bed
Hope that you don’t turn your little head
And wake to find me summoning the dead
Taking my misfortune for a ride
Driving to the places luck might hide
Watching out for strangers who will try to give me the evil eye
Holding out for fullness of the moon
Black cat cross my path never too soon
Superstition follows me, nature swallows me whole
All the things I do (do do)
I do them for you
Putting on my mask I turn to see
Knocking at the door, who might that be
Strangers let themselves right in, dancing shadows cheek to chin
(tipsy now I crawl back into bed)
(hope that you don’t turn your little head)
(and wake to find me summoning the dead)
(taking my misfortune for a ride)
(driving to the places luck might hide)
(watching out for strangers who will try to give me the evil eye)