Stumbling around the darkness, I can't see the door The walls are lined with something and so's the floor I hear her chilling laughter and see her smile She tells me to sit and join her, "please stay a while"
Can't shake the feeling that I'm hanging by a thread It seems to me she's trapped my soul inside her web She hands to me a tray of biscuits, tea and bread I can't put my finger on it, can't put my finger on it
There's something weird about the way she speaks to me There's something strange about the flavour of her tea I didn't have the means to keep her from this harmony She's some kind of spider girl, some kind of spider girl
The party beat is thumping, she starts to dance Her friends come out together, caught in her trance Wiping crumbs off the table, they join the feast Even her cutie-muffin is moving to the beat
Can't shake the feeling that I'm hanging by a thread It seems to me she's trapped my soul inside her web She makes a motion for the tub of strawberry spread I can't put my finger on it, can't put my finger on it
There's something weird about the way she speaks to me There's something strange about the flavour of her tea I didn't have the means to keep her from this harmony She's some kind of spider girl, some kind of spider girl
There's something weird about the way she speaks to me There's something strange about the flavour of her tea I didn't have the means to keep her from this harmony She's some kind of spider girl, some kind of spider girl
There's something weird about the way she speaks to me There's something strange about the flavour of her tea She's glaring angrily, turns out the meal wasn't free She's some kind of spider girl, some kind of spider girlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
