Alexz Johnson

I got no clothes for you to borrow
But I got places you can lay your head
I don’t read books that I can lend ya
But I can see your history’s been read
You know that I’ve been looking at ya
And I can see that they have poisoned your head
I got no place that I can send ya
Go holy water here instead
It makes me stop and wonder
What spell have I been under?
Who taught you the voodoo that you do?
But I can see your glory
I wanna write your story
Somebody’s voodoo’s got me binded to you
I know you’re looking at your shadow
And getting by by the kindness of strangers
You got me wearing my stilettos
And now I’m looking out for any kind of danger
You got the prowl of a tiger
Ya baby I can see your stripes
You got me hanging on your wire
At any moment you could strike
It makes me stop and wonder
What spell have I been under?
Who taught you the voodoo that you do?
But I can see your glory