I've got no clothes for you to borrow,*
But I've got places you can lay your head,
I don't read books that I can lend ya,
But I can see your history's been read.
You know that I've been looking at you,
And I can see that they have poisoned your head,
I've got no place that I can send ya,
Got holy water here instead.
It makes me stop and wonder,
What spell have I been under,
Who taught the voodoo that you do?
But I can see you glory,
I wanna write your story,
Somebody's voodoo's got me binded to you.
I know you're looking at your shadow,
And getting by- by the kindness of strangers,
You got me wearing my stillettos,
And now I'm looking out for any kind of danger.
You got the prowel of a tiger,
Yeah baby, I can see your stripes,
You got me hanging on your wire,
At any moment you can strike.
It makes me stop and wonder,
What spell have I been under,
Who taught the voodoo that you do?
But I can see you glory,
I wanna write your story,
Somebody's voodoo's got me binded to you.
And even when it's eating me alive,
Your power ties my spirit up inside,
There's nothing I can do to make it right,
I'll follow you forever through the night.
I'm part of you for the rest of my life,
The spell upon my heart won't let me lie,
I'll be here now until the day we die,
That voodoo is the one who will decide.
Can I make it through the night,
Ooh, can I make it through the night?
Can I make it through,
Oh, can I make it through?
It makes me stop and wonder,
What spell have I been under,
Who taught the voodoo that you do?
But I can see you glory,
I wanna write your story,
Somebody's voodoo's got me binded to you.
It makes me stop and wonder,
What spell have I been under,
Who taught the voodoo that you do?
But I can see you glory,
I wanna write your story,
Somebody's voodoo's got me binded to you.
Binded to you,
I'm binded to you,
To you,
To you.