Marie Laveau

It's a pretty damn shame that I'm barely getting to know your name.
And if you gave me the chance
I'd swoop you off into another romance.
Woman you've got me in a trance,
Ponding how to slip you out of those pants.
I guess, we can start with just a slow dance.
Until, I can con you into a sixty-nine position or a doggy style stance.
In any other circumstance, I'd love to get to know you but the devil has me hooked like Winnie the Pooh feigning for your honey.
Miss Laveau, just let me know, how do I break this voodoo spell that you got me under.