The irony would be too much.

It’s bordering on absurd.

Tell me, how would a black-cat-having, left-handed person born on Friday the 13th (who walks under ladders and opens umbrellas in the house) accomplish being superstitious?

I am a walking superstition.

Witchy Woman

Song by Eagles

Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her fingertips
Echoed voices in the night
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight

Woo-hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
She got the moon in her eye

She held me spellbound in the night (woo-ooh)
Dancing shadows and firelight
Crazy laughter in another room (woo-ooh)
And she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon

Woo-hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
She got the moon in her eye

Ah, oh, ah-ah (aah-ah)
Ah, oh, ah-ah (aah-ah)
Ah, oh, ah-ah
Ah, oh, ah-ah (aah-ah)
Ah, oh, ah-ah (aah-ah)
Ah, oh, ah-ah

Well, I know you want a lover, let me tell you, brother
She’s been sleeping in the Devil’s bed
And there’s some rumors going ’round, someone’s underground
She can rock you in the nighttime ’til your skin turns red

Woo-hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
She got the moon in her eye

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bernie Leadon / Donald Hugh Henley

Witchy Woman lyrics © Cass County Music, Likely Story Music Co