Voodoo

One, two, three: look what you're doing to me with your voodoo. I'm caught in a trance when you're dancing, baby, the way you do. Those devilish eyes, girl, they blow my mind, And you're pouring me a glass of your blood-red wine. There's no use trying to resist your wicked ways. Hey . . . Girl, your body's moving like a snake. (With that voodoo.) No matter where I go, I can't escape. (From your voodoo.) Every night you're keeping me awake. (With that voodoo.) I guess I can't refuse anything that you do with your voodoo. She's a moonlight murderer to say the least, she's a killer. (She will kill you for sure if you're near her.) You want a midnight snack, but she'll give you a feast if you will her. (She will give you a feast if you will her; she will kill you for sure if you're near her.) Her fingernails scratching all down your back, She could make a young man have a heart attack. Now there's no use trying to resist her wicked ways. Hey . . . Your halo's tossed out the window, And your wings thrown on the floor. You were acting so sweet 'til we were under the sheets, but no more.