| She worked her routes to cop my boots
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| Cast the spell on me, me, me, me, me, me…
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| Went on a trip to the ghetto, got a Mississippi rain
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| I’ve seen this strange lady, casting devil at my way
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| I can’t explain how it happened, but I fell in love that day
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| She worked her routes to cop my boots
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| Cast the spell on me
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| She worked her routes to cop my boots
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| Cast the spell on me
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| Asked me for some money, already gave her what I had
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| Spendin' all on other men, I didn’t need to get mad
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| She sent me over yonder woods, to catch a grizzly bear
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| I went like a fool, no, I ain’t got no grizzlies there
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| She worked her routes to cop my boots
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| Cast the spell on me
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| She worked her routes to cop my boots
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| Cast the spell on me
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| Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah…
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| Oh, ah, ah, ah…
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| She took me to her house in the woods, put on some strange sounds
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| Holly Woods, Muddy Waters and a little bit of Big Maybelle
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| The music, it grew on me, it started to sound real swell
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| She out my feet in her pocket of stuff, with a now peculiar smell
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| (Smell, smell, smell…)
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| Wow, some must be gettin' what’s happening in here…
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| I ain’t never seen them like this before
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| She worked up some beans and rice, and a strange cage of itch
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| She just rolled, what a smell — wow, is that fish?
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| She caught me in the bedroom
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| She said «come and get your biggest wish»
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| She worked her routes to cop my boots
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| Cast the spell on me
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| She worked her routes to cop my boots
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| Cast the spell on me, me, me, me
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| She worked her routes to cop my boots
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| Cast the spell on me |