You're like Voodoo baby,
You just take hold.
Put your cards on the table baby,
Do I twist do I fold?
You're like Voodoo Honey
All silver and gold!
Why don't you tell me my future?
Why don't I sell you my soul.
So here it comes - the sound of drums.
Baby, baby, baby!
You are my Voodoo Child - my Voodoo Child
Don't say maybe, maybe
It's Supernatural - I'm coming undone? (c)
