Electric Voodoo

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This liquid love she talks about
She knows
She knows i'm hooked
Point blank range on dead angle
magic bullets she shoots

Old evil messages on vinyl, played backward,
electric voodoo tricks, blue eyed blond dolly,
She raises the deads
She raises the dead desire in me

I have to ask higher beings
thru my black glass board OuiJa
how to deal
how to deal with such dangerously lovable chimaera
Dragon woman,
Each time she speaks,
She feeds
She feeds the wild fire that burns in me

I'll be her sailor, under the deepest starless skies,
giving directions on those nights,
those nights of sins and whispers,
Her embrace, my final destination, Port Lasciva
Sailing on an ocean
Sailing on an ocean made of amnesia,
No memories else than those avec toi

The soft breeze blowing on her back and in her hair
can now only be the ghost
The ghost of my fingers
But this liquid love may one day give the harshest fever