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 her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing
She moves like the wind got a fire in her eyes Well she can bring down rain from the clear blue skies 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 held close to the edge of a knife
One kiss from her lips turn my blood turn to ice I tried to run by the light 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