She’s Wicked

Said my baby's evil, said my baby's bad
Gypsy stole my baby from her mom and dad
Raised up in the hills, on the wrong side of the tracks
Tangle with my baby, you ain't never comin' back

She's a voodoo child
I hear the call of the wild

She's wicked
She's wicked
She's wicked

She's got a mouth full of razor teeth
And claws so needle sharp
She'll set you off like fireworks
Tear your flesh apart
I know you won't take my advice
When it comes your turn
First, she'll set your soul on ice
Make your body burn, burn, burn

She's a voodoo child
I hear the call of the wild

She's wicked
She's wicked
She's wicked
She's wicked, whoa-yeah

Said my baby's evil, said my baby's mean
I asked her for some water, and she brought me gasoline
Raised up in the hills
Where the werewolves prowl
Every time the moon comes up, you can hear my baby howl

She's a voodoo child
I hear the call of the wild

She's wicked
She's wicked
She's wicked
She's wicked
Yeah

Wicked!



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Chandler, Glen A Dalpis
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