| I studied evil, I can’t deny
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| Was a hoodoo charm called a Love me or Die
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| Some fingernail, a piece of her dress
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| Apocathery, Devil’s behes'
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| I will relate, the piteous consequence of my mistake
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| Falling slave to passing desire
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| Making the dreaded Love me or Die
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| Under a Jungle primeval green
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| She had the looks of a beauty queen
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| No bangles or chain, wearing broken shoe
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| Seventy-five cent bottle perfume
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| I said, «good morning», I tipped my hat
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| All the while I was cunning like a rat
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| Smiling gaily, looked her in the eye
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| I felt in pocket, the Love me or Die
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| My past history, one to behold
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| I studied magic from days of old
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| Membership, secret societies
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| Power and wealth in my family
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| But Matilda, Darling
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| Why you don’t take my wedding ring
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| Like a demon under the floor
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| I buried the hoodoo down the back door
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| Lawd, word broke through the town
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| That a fever strike Matilda down
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| Nine thirty, the doctor arrive
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| Priest come running, quarter to five
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| Standing in the weeds early next day
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| I saw the meat wagon rolling away
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| I seen Matilda laying in the back
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| Her old mother wearing a suit of black
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| Sound the trumpet, and bang the drum
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| I wait for me judgement to come
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| I know her spirit is down beneath
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| I hear the weeping and gnashing of the teeth
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| Flames of Hell licks at my feet
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| In the shadow of the Jungle I feel the heat
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| Matilda’s waiting in Hell for me too
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| All cause she died from a bad hoodoo |