voodoo doll Won?t be, won't be, won't be voodoo doll Won?t be, won't be, won't be voodoo doll Won?t be, won't be, won't be voodoo doll
Fordítás: Szív. Voodoo Doll.
shit, damn, shut up bitch! Ha ha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh, my God You had a Voodoo doll and everything
But now you're leaving me See I lost out before See you in my next life, adios mi amor Mi amor [Ricky] She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls
She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls Well, I feel a premonition That girl's gonna make me fall She's into new sensations New kicks in
the Red Sea cause I'm potent Don't fit? Don't force it, Flow got that 4-fifth Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless All this and that and
not know I do not know From my heart and from my hand and Why don't people understand my intentions? Weird science Magic and technology Voodoo dolls
like this, with a golden voice Twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond Well they tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song You can stick your needles in a voodoo doll
's left hand The witches make the voodoo doll A toy taboo in Heaven They dance around the Pentagram In search of rape by Satan Leave the heart and blood
pulled too tight I can see the real me's going to be a bloody fight I'm your Voodoo doll, don't you hear my call? I'm your Voodoo doll, don't you hear
, homie Nobody know what I'm going through God, I?m so lonely I know I?m loosin' it, I?m hearing, whispering Somebody?s watching me, clockin' me, hear my heart
gift of a golden voice And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond They tied me to this table right here in the tower of song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
She's in to superstition Black cats and voodoo dolls I feel a premonition That girl's gonna make make me fall She's in to new sensations New kicks in
like a tramp. A hobo po' livin' outdoors, Thrown on the streets, so I'm sleepin' on shelter floors. I result to voodoo, I'ma make me out a doll of Governor
vicious I'm tryin' decide the paradox When my thoughts get twisted Like some dreadlocks I never ever wondered 'bout the voodoo I sing the voodoo
barren backward wasteland of shimmering moral tension and venturing the plaza pleasant i saw it all from pixie dust to crepid pins and voodoo dolls
