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written by B. Setzer |
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You say you love me baby |
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Well this ain't no lost and found |
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I've got just one deal to make then I'll be trouble bound |
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They say that you're a doll, that with you I'll keep on winnin' |
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I think they're talkin' 'bout the kind of doll that you stick pins in |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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If you keep on sinnin', I'll stick another pin in |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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I asked the fortune teller where my love might be |
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She gazed into her crystal ball then looked straight up at me |
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I told her when your eyes met mine you cast an evil spell |
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I made a deal with the devil man, my soul to him I'd sell |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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If you keep on sinnin', I'll just stick another pin in |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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Got your gris-gris and your mojo, but it won't work on me |
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Now you're mixin' up some love potion #3 |
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Got my deal signed in blood and there ain't no turnin' back |
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Cost me all of my money and my pink Cadillac |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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If you keep on sinnin', I'll stick another pin in |
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You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
