Tingling on my tongue, blood lust propels
this obsessive notion through the annals of time.
Restless cravings keep me up all night.
My kiss turns you into a slave.
Here it comes again.
You don’t stand a chance.
This voodoo trance
got you in my grip
pullin’ you back to me--
Vampire deja vu.
Fangs in the dark, seeking your lifeblood
as the voodoo chant calls out your name.
When these cravings are softened, I’ll return to the coffin.
‘Til then you’ll yearn to be my slave.
Tingling on my tongue, blood lust propels
this obsessive notion through the annals of time.
Restless cravings keep me up all night.
My kiss turns you into a slave.
Here it comes again.
You don’t stand a chance.
This voodoo trance
got you in my grip
pullin’ you back to me--
Vampire deja vu.
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