Suspicious Deniece Williams

There's a place that we dare not go
It's our secret
We don't want to show
To each other what we are inside
So in fear our true selves we hide

In the market
Where we feed our souls
You want silver
Darling, I want gold

And you wonder
Are you in control?
You suspect me
But you come on home

Suspicious, superstitious
You're suspicious
Darling, superstitious
I never ever thought I'd fall in love again

But you're suspicious
Superstitious
Well, I'm suspicious
Baby, superstitious