Voodoo For: Viola Grey
Burlap sack,
twist of hay.
Chicken blood,
Some words to say.
Puff of smoke,
cast of lot,
and this little bit of hair I've got.
Sew the doll in a certain way,
its voodoo for : Viola Grey.
I wish I could be there to see,
has I choke the doll and she can't breath.
And the pain in her head that makes her cry,
has I jam these pins behind her eyes.
She can't make them go away,
its voodoo for : Viola Grey.
For she does not know how to love,
and has no nice words to say.
So I will break her spirit down,
and leave her feeling pain.
As I twist and turn this doll around,
she won't enjoy the way I play.
That's the price that she will pay,
its voodoo for : Viola Grey...
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