| Where’d you get that voodoo, you ain’t from the Bayou
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| Where’d you learn to move like that
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| Go ahead and try me, and bring your poison ivy
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| Snakin' in the tall green grass
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| Why’d your mama name you Sweet Louisiana
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| ‘Cause you could be the devil’s child
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| Glory hallelujah, love the way you do ya
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| It’s never goin' out of style
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| Well, it must be so cool to be you
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| Makin' me a fool, yeah, like you do
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| You’re like honey to the bees
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| Baby, won’t you please
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| Sting me with a tease or two
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| Sweet Louisiana
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| Yeah, you’re burnin' like a fire, sparkin' like a lighter
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| Sugar with a side of sass
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| Down and nitty gritty, like you own the city
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| Honey, how you so badass
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| Well, it must be so cool to be you
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| Makin' me a fool, yeah, like you do
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| You’re like honey to the bees
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| Baby, won’t you please
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| Sting me with a tease or two
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| Sweet Louisiana
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| Sweet Louisiana
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| Well, it must be so cool to be you
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| Makin' me a fool, so cruel
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| You’re like honey to the bees
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| Baby, won’t you please
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| Sting me with a tease or two
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| Sweet Louisiana
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| Sweet Louisiana
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| Sweet Louisiana |