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 donāt stand a chance.
This voodoo trance
got you in my grip
pullinā 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, Iāll return to the coffin.
āTil then youāll 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 donāt stand a chance.
This voodoo trance
got you in my grip
pullinā you back to me--
Vampire deja vu.
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