Voodoo Thing

Way down south, where the mangroves grow

Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou

There's a little story that's never been told

About a pretty widow who never grows old

And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring

Traded it off for that voodoo thing

She moves like the wind got a fire in her eyes

Well, she can bring down rain from the clear blue skies

Make the sun go down with a wave of her hand

Well, she can make a king of an ordinary man

She's gonna make you dance, she's gonna make you sing

When she gives you some of that voodoo thing

Ooh my voodoo thing

Like a heart held close to the edge of a knife

One kiss from her lips turn my blood turn to 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, ooh, my voodoo thing

She'll put a spell on you