Way down south where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with a wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing
She moves like the wind got a fire in her eye Well she can bring down rain from a clear blue sky Make the sun go down with a wave of her hand Well she can make a king of an ordinary man
She's gonna make you dance, she's gonna make you sing When she gives you some of that voodoo thing Ooh my voodoo thing
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Like a heart half close to the edge of the night One kiss from her lips and my blood went ice I tried to run but I thought of the moon I said I'll never be back, but I spoke too soon Well she made me dance and she made me scream Did she give me some of that voodoo thing? The voodoo thing ooh my voodoo thing