Story Behind The Song

Fantasy about being a somewhat flirty gypsy fortune-teller.

Song Description

Flirty subliminal-message-type lyrics, as in "You can look, but don't touch." Also, I love this description that I received from a peer review: "So let me get this straight, you are baking a jazz cake, so you use a pinch of the blues, a dash of funk, and, is that a hint of Hip Hop? I am not worthy. Great Job!! I mean really great job. Keep it up."

Lyrics

You can touch my crystal and my Ouija board
Ring those bells a-hangin' on my door
Shake those charms that dangle from my wall
But keep those hands off my voodoo doll

Light my candle, but you might get burned
I'll shake my bangles, show you what I've learned
Laid my cards on the table, you can see them all
But keep those hands off my voodoo doll

May I see some ID, please?
Is it gettin' warm in here, or is it just me?

You can pluck every string on my mandolin
The black cat's hungry and he wants to come in
Lay your coins on the table, 'fore I take off my shawl
But keep those hands off my voodoo doll

Hey, what do you say, let's dance
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Don't even go there

Tambourines jingle and they're perfectly round
The gray wolf is howlin', he's a mean ol' hound
Keep your eyes on the moon, 'cause you just might fall
But don't be a-touchin' on my voodoo doll

Shake the beads on my curtain, but don't shake too hard
There's red-hot magic in that medicine jar
Gather up your trinkets, bring 'em one and all
But keep those hands off my voodoo doll