Way down south where the mangos grow
A deeper in the swamp down in the Bayou
There's a little story that's a never been told
I found a pretty widow who never grows old
And how she buried her soul with a wedding ring
Trading it off for that voodoo thing
She moves like the wind got a fire in her eye
Well she can bring down rain from the clear blue sky
Make the sun go down with the wave of her hand
Well she can make a king of an ordinary man
She's going to make you dance, she's gonna make you sing
Well she'll give you some of that voodoo thing
Oohh voodoo thing
Like a heart held close to the edge of a knife
One kiss from her lips turns my blood into 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
Oohh my voodoo thing
She'll put a spell on you
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