There's just something wrong about that.
The New Yorker writes:
In a post on YourItList.com, [Cal] Morgan points out that “Lewis has rarely sung without the piano beneath his fingers; it is hard to imagine him without it, any more than we can imagine B.B. King’s voice without Lucille’s tart counterpoint.” But the new song’s lyrics challenge the listener to think twice about who Lewis really is—“If you think I’m a voodoo doll, that’s what I am”—and, as Morgan points out, the rocker’s motives are anyone’s guess.It just seems weird.
He also sounds a lot like a poor man's Johnny Cash, perhaps because the song is written by Kris Kristofferson.
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