Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She moves like the wind got a fire in her eyes Well, she can bring down rain from the clear blue skies Make the sun go down with a wave of her hand Well, she can make a king of an ordinary man She's gonna make you dance, she's gonna make you sing When she gives you some of that voodoo thing Ooh my voodoo thing Like a heart held close to the edge of a knife One kiss from her lips turn my blood turn to ice I tried to run by the light of the moon I said I'll never be back, but I spoke too soon Well, she made me dance and she made me scream Did she give me some of that voodoo thing? The voodoo thing, ooh, my voodoo thing She'll put a spell on you