"Voodoo" lyrics

Queen + Paul Rodgers Lyrics

"Voodoo"

When the moon rises, the dogs will howl
Look out of your window, I'll be on the prowl
I'm not usually a gambling man
But, oh, I just wanna hold up my hands and say

I'm taking a chance on you, love
Whoa, I'm taking a chance on you, love

I'm not superstitious and I don't wear no charm
I don't carry my heart on the sleeve of my arm
Seven years of bad luck, please, don't worry me
'Cause when I look into the mirror, here's the future I see

I'm taking a chance on you, love
Whoa, I'm taking a chance on you, love

Place your bets, better yet
Don't forget what I said
Roll the dice, spin the wheel
Always remember, you've got to keep it real

I don't believe in voodoo, black magic was never my style
But I believe that you do, and it won't take much time
To gather the potions that weave your magic spell (Yeah)
The moon on the ocean has a secret to tell

But, anyway, I'm taking a chance on you, love
Whoa, I'm taking a chance on you, love
Whoa, I'm taking a chance on you, love
Ha ha, yeah


Thanks to Franco "Fairyking" Lai for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Brian May, Roger Taylor, Paul Rodgers
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