| She only wears black, with her hair back
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| Pack of cigarettes up in her bra strap
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| Got me caught like I stepped in a bear trap
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| With that witchcraft, 'til I crawl back
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| When you’re next to me, I’m in ecstasy
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| See the sorceress has got the recipe
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| Put a hex on me and it’s left on me
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| So cruel with the lack of empathy
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| With that voodoo when you stick them pins in me, baby
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| I think I kinda like the injuries mixed with the misery
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| Trickery, wizardry, an app of witchery that you inflicted me
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| With the black magic, I’ll be comin' back
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| Like a crack addict with a bad habit
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| Smokey eyes lookin' back at me, she’ll be mad at it but
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| What should I do?
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| They invite me, excite me, their voodoo is taking control
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| Maybe it’s cruel?
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| I won’t fight it, I might even like it the deeper I go
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| I’m dazed and confused
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| I’m dazed and confused
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| This girl is bad for me but naturally that’s what attracted me
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| We fought, I thought it was just a passin' thing
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| But after weeks would pass, she got more attached
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| She’s no longer lookin' at us as a fling
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| I seen it happenin' but can’t resist a bitch
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| Wanted to tell her it’s over but the minute that I get the nerve she starts to
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| strip again
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| It’s like a whippin' at a visit with a hypnotist
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| She use her lips to be manipulative
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| She told me I was in love, I told her bitch you wish
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| But truthfully ya’ll becomin' a bit obsessed and it concerns me
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| Now I’m beginnin' to think that she’s a wicked witch
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| I went in a room and all the wicks were lit on candles
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| In a circle with my picture in the middle
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| Scribble triple 6's, pentagrams and symbols written on the mirror
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| What should I do?
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| They invite me, excite me, their voodoo is taking control
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| Maybe it’s cruel?
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| I won’t fight it, I might even like it the deeper I go
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| I’m dazed and confused
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| I’m dazed and confused
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| Baby quick, let me closer
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| I’m tellin' you this chick is my controller
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| Tatts all up on her skin with a choker
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| Come and be the Harley Quinn to my Joker
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| Somethin' I never seen before
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| Every single time I hit, I’m fiendin' more
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| And my hands are always drawn to you (you, you, you)
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| Even when I’m using Ouija boards and I’m needin' more
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| 'Cause you gotta be some type of venom
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| Check the toxicology, my curiosity is workin' constantly
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| She embodies the Sirens from The Odyssey
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| Until I’m wobbly, losin' my balance and you cast another spell
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| And then it’s happenin' and runnin' through my body like a Pathogen and then
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| I’m back again
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| What should I do?
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| They invite me, excite me, their voodoo is taking control
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| Maybe it’s cruel?
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| I won’t fight it, I might even like it the deeper I go
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| I’m dazed and confused
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| I’m dazed and confused |