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written by |
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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 |
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I'll be trouble bound |
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They say that you're a doll, that with you |
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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 |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll You're my |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll If you keep on sinnin', |
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I'll stick another pin in |
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You're my |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll 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 |
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I'd sell You're my |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll You're my |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll If you keep on sinnin', |
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I'll just stick another pin in |
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You're my |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll 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 |
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Cadillac You're my |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll You're my |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll If you keep on sinnin', |
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I'll stick another pin in |
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You're my |
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Hoodoo Voodoo |
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Doll |
