Island dragon queen
Rules the voodoo scene
Red bandana and dreadlock hair
Cuts the night with a sultry stare
A copper-toned beauty
Moves with Creole flair
With a hoodoo phrase
And a mystic gaze
By the bayou's edge, where the swamp runs wild,
Her fire burns, with a devilish smile.
She stirs the pot with a secret brew,
Gris-gris spells to bind them to you.
With a Creole charm, she'll make you stay,
But once you're in, you can't get away.
Down by the bayou, where the gators roam,
She'll call the spirits to take you home.
With a zydeco beat and a bottle of rum,
You'll hear her laughter, and you know you're done.
She'll dance 'round the fire, call the spirits near,
For a price to pay, she'll make things clear.
Down in the cove where the gators creep,
Bon-dyè pulls you in too deep.
Her eyes burn bright, like the southern sun,
She knows your desires before you've begun.
Men line her door with gold in hand,
To buy their fortune at her command.
With voodoo dolls and a sly little grin,
She'll take your soul, but you'll never win.
With a zydeco beat and a bottle of rum,
You'll hear her laughter, and you know you're done.
She'll dance 'round the fire, call the spirits near,
For a price to pay, she'll make things clear.
Down in the cove where the gators creep,
Bon-dyè pulls you in too deep.
She walks the shore when the moon is high,
Shares her secrets with the midnight sky.
The ocean's waves obey her will,
In her presence, time stands still.
Men who've gone are lost in her name,
Left behind in this wicked game.
With a zydeco beat and a bottle of rum,
You'll hear her laughter, and you know you're done.
She'll dance 'round the fire, call the spirits near,
For a price to pay, she'll make things clear.
Down in the cove where the gators creep,
Bon-dyè pulls you in too deep.
Underneath the crescent moon,
She dances wild to a secret tune,
Her feet trace paths on ancient ground,
Where lost souls are forever bound.