[Intro – Bottle Pour + Crickets]
[Moonshine jug opening slowly]
Grandmère warned me about women like her…
[Low bass enters]
Said:
“Certain kisses leave fingerprints on the soul.”
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[Verse 1]
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Moonshine hex underneath the cypress trees,
She danced barefoot in the swamp breeze.
Black lace cling to magnolia skin,
Whole night feel dangerous again.
Mon Dieu, her eyes had hurricane weather,
Smile soft but the spirit felt severed.
Gold hoops swing while she rolled cigarettes,
Talkin’ low in Cajun dialects.
She said:
“Cher, you smell like cemetery rain.”
I said:
“You smell like beautiful mistakes.”
Then the thunder cracked over the bayou line,
Like heaven eavesdroppin’ on the vibe.
I got gris-gris tucked beneath my chain,
Still couldn’t guard my brain.
Because loneliness and lust mixed together
Turn grown men spiritually reckless.
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[Hook – Choir + Ritual Drums]
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Moonshine hex got me hypnotized…
Black magic glow in her eyes.
Moonshine hex underneath moonlight…
One kiss and the soul ain’t right.
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[Verse 2]
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She poured white lightning into crystal glasses,
Said:
“Drink slow, cher… this spirit bite back.”
Now my thoughts drift sideways through the smoke,
Like the swamp itself crackin’ jokes.
Her nails traced crosses on my chest,
Like she blessin’ and cursin’ simultaneously.
Accordion cry through the candlelit room,
Sounded like seduction dressed as doom.
Flow got velvet and graveyard dust,
Every metaphor humid with lust.
I’m from where desire move ritualistic,
And heartbreak become artistic.
She kissed me slow near the river edge,
While crows flew circles overhead.
That’s Louisiana romance for you—
beautiful enough to ruin you.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Some people call it chemistry.
Down here…
we call it spirits recognizin’ spirits.
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Black water shimmer beneath her feet…
Even the swamp skipped a heartbeat.
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[Verse 3]
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Morning came gray through the moss outside,
Moonshine bottle still half-alive.
She vanished somewhere before sunrise,
Like the night swallowed her whole.
Still left lipstick on the bourbon glass,
Perfume in the curtains passin’.
Now every thunderstorm bring her back,
Like memory itself wear black lace.
And every time the moon hang low,
I still hear her voice through the swamp fog:
“Cher…
some people don’t fall in love…”
“They fall under spells.”
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Strings]
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Moonshine hex still haunt my nights…
Black river glow beneath moonlight.
Moonshine hex got deep roots…
Louisiana love tell dangerous truths.
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[Outro – Thunder + Female Humming]
[Bottle rolls across wooden floor]
Some women leave memories.
Others leave hauntings.
