Her hair was in tangles, her mind a little weak But her intuition was unique Black cats and potions, her affinity Needless to say it, but she frigtened me
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She's a voodoo queen, that voodoo queen Way down in New Orleans it's such a spooky scene She's a voodoo queen, that voodoo queen Please stop this ride and let me off
Proceed with caution screamed the voice inside my head But with sick fascination I swallowed back my dread Her bony finger beckoned with a flashy toothless grin I wondered if her message was heaven-sent or sin