BLACK MAGIC Lyrics
I’m still a mess, you turn up
My skin, it starts to burn up
I burn up, I burn up
I sit unless you turn up
So what kind of voodoo do you do?
What kind of voodoo do you do?
I’m still a mess, you turn up
My skin, it starts to burn up
I burn up, I burn up
I sit unless you turn up
So what kind of voodoo do you do?
What kind of voodoo do you do?
What kind of voodoo do you do?
What kind of voodoo do you do?
