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.