| When you gaze right into your crystal ball, show me what you see
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| Tell me that piece of glass can tell ya all, It ain’t 'make love to me'
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| When you open up your gypsy eyes I can’t look away
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| Using that magic spell to hypnotise, You can make me stay
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| Hey Chakeeta — Chakeeta Chakeeta — you put the hurt on me
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| You put the hurt on me
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| Hey Chakeeta — Chakeeta Chakeeta — you put the hurt on me
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| You put the hurt on me
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| Listen, your voodoo heart beating too fast, beating in my bar
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| All o' them hoodoo curses, they made to last, throw away your charms
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| Hey Chakeeta — Chakeeta Chakeeta — you put the hurt on me
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| You put the hurt on me
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| Hey Chakeeta — Chakeeta Chakeeta — you put the hurt on me
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| You put the hurt on me
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| Chakeeta Chakeeta — you put the hurt on me
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| With your rhythmic vibration, your fascination
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| You can see how I’m still here
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| Take into a-consideration, infatuation
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| It won’t disappear
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| Hey Chakeeta — Chakeeta Chakeeta — you put the hurt on me
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| You put the hurt on me
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| Hey Chakeeta — Chakeeta Chakeeta — you put the hurt on me
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| You put the hurt on me
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| Hey Chakeeta — Chakeeta Chakeeta — you put the hurt on me
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| You put the hurt on me
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| Hey Chakeeta — Chakeeta Chakeeta
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| One look at your gipsy eyes
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| You cast your spell, I’m hypnotised
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| Gaze into your crystal ball
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| That piece of glass can’t tell you all
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| You put the hurt on me
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| You put the hurt on me |