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Way down south, where the mangroves growDeep in the swamp down in the BayouThere's a little story that's never been toldAbout a pretty widow who never grows oldAnd how she buried her soul with her wedding ringTraded it off for that voodoo thingShe moves like the wind got a fire in her eyesWell, she can bring down rain from the clear blue skiesMake the sun go down with a wave of her handWell, she can make a king of an ordinary manShe's gonna make you dance, she's gonna make you singWhen she gives you some of that voodoo thingOoh my voodoo thingLike a heart held close to the edge of a knifeOne kiss from her lips turn my blood turn to iceI tried to run by the light of the moonI said I'll never be back, but I spoke too soonWell, she made me dance and she made me screamDid she give me some of that voodoo thing?The voodoo thing, ooh, my voodoo thingShe'll put a spell on you Aus Songtexte Mania