Voodoo Hex - OPM

There’s something about her eyes when she stares

Nothing penetrates, seems she doesn’t care

There’s something about the way she moves her lips

When she talks to me it feels just like a kiss

There’s something that she does me that I can’t explain

But when she does what she does, oh my God

It’s like oh my God, here we go again, here we go again

She’s so complex

She’s got me in this voodoo hex

She’s so complex

I’m so perplexed I guess it’s the sex

There’s something about the way she sighs

When I look into her eyes I swear I want to die

There’s something about the way she moves around

When she picks her clothes back up from off the ground

There’s something that she does me that I can’t explain

But when she does what she does, oh my God

It’s like oh my God, here we go again, here we go again

She’s so complex

She’s got me in this voodoo hex

She’s so complex

I’m so perplexed I guess it’s the sex

Smooth like the hi from champagne

Nothing’s plain a pain I can’t explain

She gets in my veins and she makes me tweak

She’s got class for days, and ass for weeks

She makes me wait before I peak

Can’t figure out her moods like a rubix cube

I’m all confused, don’t know what to do

Tied up in knots whether I like or not

That look on her face when we hit the spot

She’s so complex

She’s got me in this voodoo hex

She’s so complex

I’m so perplexed I guess it’s the sex