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Voodoo in my blood is livid Blood take, I'm chillin' Chill me got the soul of a mimic It's not quite right, you must be a cynic Sign of the wars is my grinning Come in to my time and see me Sock it to me, sock it to me, timid I'm yours, I'm yours Why does the blood never stick to your teeth? Momma, stop giving me grief Why does the blood always stick to your teeth? Momma, stop giving me grief Why does the blood always stick to your teeth? Momma, stop giving me grief Barely, barely grieving Keep the front door open Wipe that cheeky grin and come on, now Barely, barely grieving Keep the front door open Wipe that cheeky grin and come on, now Voodoo in my blood is livid Blood take, I'm chillin' Chill me got the soul of a mimic It's not quite right, you must be a cynic Sign of the wars is my grinning Come in to my time and see me Sock it to, me sock it to me, timid I'm yours, I'm yours Why does the blood never stick to your teeth? Momma, stop giving me grief Why does the blood always stick to your teeth? Momma, stop giving me grief Why does the blood always stick to your teeth? Momma, stop giving me grief Barely, barely grieving Keep the front door open Wipe that cheeky grin and come on, now Barely, barely grieving Keep the front door open Wipe that cheeky grin and come on, now
Writer(s): Graham Hastings, Euan Dickinson, Robert Naja, Aloysius Massaquoi, Kayus Bankole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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