Voodoo, that's the very thing you do
and it's making me fall for you more than I can tell.
And you know
when the chilly wind starts to blow,
all that's left for me is just to go under your spell.
When your eyes get a little bit sleepy,
my heart gets just a little bit leapy.
Midnight seems a little more creepy than it used to be.
Hey horseshoe,
make me lucky like you used to do.
Mr. Four Leaf Clover too,
won't you set me free?
Maybe I'm just a little neurotic,
trying to get away from this crazy hypnotic voodoo
you're using on me.
I've just ain't never seen no galleon,
a unique setup to set me scowling,
out where the ghosts and goblins are howling,
Halloween-ishly.
Hey nighttime,
you might be frightening to my kind.
I'm a fellow with no spine,
so it's plain to see.
Love for me is just a little bit tragic,
trying to get away from this crazy black magic voodoo
you're using on me.