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Spider And Fly
Like a bandit, a thief in the night
Thought I’d steal her love and take a chance
She surrendered softly without a fight
Not knowing I was a victim of the circumstance
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary, from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
I awoke to curtains hanging all around
Sheets of silk felt inviting to my naked skin
She laid next to me, my hands were bound
She whispered so softly, let me tuck you in
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
(Instrumental)
Blinded by the diamonds, lost in her eyes
Came the sting of a sweet honey bee
I was in too deep, just helplessly hypnotized
With all the passion of being a fatality
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
Thought I’d steal her love and take a chance
She surrendered softly without a fight
Not knowing I was a victim of the circumstance
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary, from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
I awoke to curtains hanging all around
Sheets of silk felt inviting to my naked skin
She laid next to me, my hands were bound
She whispered so softly, let me tuck you in
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
(Instrumental)
Blinded by the diamonds, lost in her eyes
Came the sting of a sweet honey bee
I was in too deep, just helplessly hypnotized
With all the passion of being a fatality
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
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