Witch Queen
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Marie, Marie La Voodoo Veau
she'll put a spell on you
I'm gonna tell you a story
strange as it now seems
Of zombie voodoo gris and the
witch-queen of New Orleans
She lived in a world of magic
possessed by the devil's queue
from a shack near the swamp lands
made of mud by bricks
Marie stirred her witches brew
Dime or a nickel, anyone could buy voodoo of any kind
she had potions and lotions, herbs and tanna leaves
Guaranteed to blow your mind
early one mornin into mucky swamp dew
vanished Marie with hate in her eyes
Tho' she'll never return all the Cajuns knew
A witch-queen never dies
Marie, Marie La Voodoo Veau
she'll put a spell on you
