People say there's no such thing as voodoo
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I don't know why
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People say there's no such thing as love
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I got a job in S.E. 15
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And after tax my wage is 16
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July the 17th I'll be 18
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I don't think I'll live till 19
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People say I'm looking so much older than what I am
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People laugh at me when I say why
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I'm being watched
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by the Evil Eye
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Working for a man who wears a straw hat and never smiles
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and an apron striped and splashed with blood
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I stack a pig's head on the shelf
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the boss comes along and says move yourself
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I can't move I'm hypnotized
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Staring into a dead pig's eyes
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I turn around and all I see is ladies
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with shopping bags
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staring at me trying to read my mind
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and I'm being watched
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by the Evil Eye
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and I'm being watched
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by the Evil Eye
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(walking home - on my own
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standing on the bus stop- crossing the road
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I'm being followed - 'cause I can feel
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Someone's breath on my neck
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Someone's toe on my heel . . .)
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Gotta keep on walking
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I can't stop now - I've come too far
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Wait till I get home and lock the door
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I got the candles burning low
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I got the Cramps on the stereo
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I got the doll now I can start
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With a pin right trough the heart
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I got dolls with straw hats
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I got ladies with shopping bags
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they'll be sorry they crossed me tonight
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Now they're being watched
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by the Evil Eye
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Being watched
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by the Evil Eye
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The Evil Eye
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| Joe Jackson |
