[Intro – Vinyl Crackle + Candle Match]
[Soft breathing close to the mic]
She ain’t cast no spell on me…
at least not the kind people talk about.
[Slow bass enters]
Nah…
this was deeper.
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[Verse 1]
🎶
Lipstick stains on a handwritten note,
Perfume soaked deep in the envelope.
Her cursive slid slow like bourbon burns,
Every word make old wounds turn.
“Meet me where the river bends at night,”
That’s all she wrote beneath candlelight.
And somehow I already knew
This kinda love don’t end good.
Black lace gloves and magnolia skin,
Gold hoops swing when she walked in.
Thunder rolled while she touched my face,
Like the storm itself knew her name.
🎶
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[Hook – Choir + Smooth Bass]
🎶
Voodoo love letter…
Written in flame…
Every kiss make me forget my name.
Voodoo love letter…
Sweet disease…
She got my soul weak at the knees.
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[Verse 2]
🎶
She danced slow while the candles bent,
Like spirits moved wherever she went.
Not evil—nah, don’t twist the art,
Just a woman who understood broken hearts.
That’s the magic Louisiana know:
Lonely souls pull each other close.
And when she kissed me underneath moon haze,
I swear time itself changed shape.
She whispered, “Baby, pain recognize pain,”
While rain tapped rhythms on the windowpane.
Then pulled me deeper into her heat,
Till lust and grief became the same thing.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Trumpet]
Some love feel holy.
Some love feel dangerous.
The worst kind?
Feel like both at once.
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Black candles flicker in the room tonight…
Two lost souls tangled in the night.
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[Verse 3]
🎶
Morning came with smoke in the air,
Empty sheets and a silent prayer.
Her letter still lay beside the bed,
Lipstick mark blood-red.
Now every time thunder touch the sky,
I still hear her voice in my mind.
Like Louisiana itself wrote me back—
In perfume, desire, and black candle wax.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Brass]
🎶
Voodoo love letter…
Still burns slow…
Some flames too beautiful to let go.
Voodoo love letter…
Midnight plea…
The South still got its hands on me.
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[Outro – Candle Blows Out]
[Silence]
I should’ve burned that letter…
instead…
I memorized it.
