Voodoo Doll (Extended Mix) - D-Devils

I don't have arms I don't have legs I don't have any human qualities The devil comes and I, I try to stall and I Soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl And I put up my walls, and I, and they begin to fall As this cunning demon takes me as it's voodoo doll and I Darkness sets in as the horns start to grow Suddenly I become somebody I don't know Whoa, what do I do? This body's a temple of doom Whoa, what can I say? To, oh, make all of this go away I got many different names, but to you, it's all the same I be the crawling in your skin, I be the reason for your sin I be the cunning in your charm and I be the needle in your arm Call me once, might let you go But call me twice and then I'm gonna get ya Mind playing tricks on me, I'm paranoid, homie Nobody know what I'm going through God, I'm so lonely I know I'm losing it, I'm hearing, whispering Somebody's watching me, clocking me, hear my heart ticking Worshiping two Gods can get you in deep Crystal ball show you things you're not supposed to see Whoa, what do I do? This body's a temple of doom Whoa, what can I say? To, oh, make all of this go away You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya.

Met her in haze on bourbon street Down in New Orleans Long legs black magic In cut-off jeans She came from the bayou backwoods Lake Pontchartrain Talking in tongues Driving me insane I'm about to fall I'll do anything at all For that voodoo doll Well she shook me like a rattlesnake Wrapped around me so tight Dancing to the Bon Ton Roulet Killing me all night Superstition intuition Moving in nice and slow Deep southern spell maker Stirring her gumbo I'm about to fall I'll do anything at all For my voodoo doll Fire black smoke Nothing is what it seems Too close to the flame Burning Cajun queen I'm about to fall I'll do anything at all For that voodoo doll I'm about to fall I'll do anything at all For that voodoo doll For that voodoo doll For that voodoo doll