125/365 You Do Something to Me

You do something to me,
something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
you have the power to hypnotize me?

And once again, I get up, check the e-mail, and discover it’s someone’s birthday—this time Cole Porter’s. That yummy songwriter. He was busy being born just about the time this old house I live in was being built. This song is among my favorites, no doubt because of these lines:

Let me live ’neath your spell,
Do do that voodoo that you do so well.

Who could resist four dos in three measures?

Here’s Sinéad O’Connor voodooing it.