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Joojoo Voodoo Child
For as long as I can remember Me madda was de head voodoo club member She taught me how to make love potion To mess with der woman emotion So me meet dis lovely girl Seeing ‘er, give me a mighty trill Me make a love potion I confess From a piece of ‘er nighty dress Mix it wit da loose hairs I find spare From me teet and ‘er underwear Put a drop a me sista’s joojoo Me perform de dance from de club voodoo Throw in me madda’s secret potion And give me girl as a hand and face lotion For a year everyting sweet Me girl an animal love treat Until one day I notice de hair Growing on her hands and ‘er face De one me puck from me teet and her underwear She look like she not from de human race ‘er back bend, knuckles drag upun de floor Der woman get a whole lot a chunky She want me twenty five times a day, me sore Each day me see her she look more like a monkey O’ Madda your potion no work, why you lie? Your son he been abused, he sore and he cry Dis woman ruin your son life He wake up to find she is his wife…
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