"Voodoo Child" by The Rogue Traders.
Violet was dressed up in her punk outfit again. And she was holding a doll.
You're like Voodoo baby,
You just take hold.
Put your cards on the table baby,
Do I twist do I fold?
It looks like she's after someone, right?
WRONG.
You're like Voodoo Honey
All silver and gold?
Why don't you tell me my future?
Why don't I sell you my soul.
She sighed and opened a pack of pins. Quigley had tried this sort of thing on her, right?
So here it comes - the sound of drums.
Here comes the drums, here comes the drums ?
Why didn't I just die, then? Why?
Baby, baby, baby!
You are my Voodoo Child - my Voodoo Child
Don't say maybe, maybe
It's Supernatural - I'm coming undone?
She remebered that sensation - like being stabbed with a spear. She braced herself . . .
You're like Voodoo baby,
Your kisses are cold!
Feel your poison running through me?
Let me never grow old.
"Violet?"
Klaus walked in, but stopped at the horrible sight.
You're like Voodoo honey,
My pictures you stole?
In Violet's cold, dead hand was the doll.
It was an exact replica of herself.
You play me like a puppet.
Sticking pins in a doll!