Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back And just like that, got me comin' right back like And I know that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo If this is what you call love Oh man down You're shaking

Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Man what in the world is happening down At the end of the hall? I don't have a clue? Let's check this thing out! What is happening here Something's going on that's not quite clear Somebody turn on the

Often, often, girl I do this often Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either

From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released I see my light come shining They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here They say every man who

I want love, won't break me down Won't brick me up, won't fence me in I want a love, that don't mean a thing That's the love I want, I want love But I want love, just a different kind A man like me is dead in places Other men feel liberated I want love,

Oh man, we were livin' We laughed until we cried Goin' through my closet the other day I found an old yearbook, flipped right to the page of that senior trip Down there on that Panama strip We all started yelling when we smelled the beach Just couldn't

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

There's so many ways to love ya Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, You make me want to say Baby let me love you down Baby I can break you down Got me like, ooh my gosh I'm so in love Sexy from her head to her toes

Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood

Oh, my, don't the sky look spacious With the stars all shinin' down Well, I can hear the night wind howlin' It's a high and lonesome sound And I ain't had a woman in so long I can't feed my starvin soul Come on, saddle up, boys, we're gonna ride into