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
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