The Spider

She's a demon, she's a spider,

Where's the cigarette lighter?


A promised kiss, a promised liar,

Don't approach; where there is smoke there is fire.


Please don't stay, please don't play,

She'll play your heart out in tones of minor


And as you fall, as you dance

As you sway, and as you stay,

You'll find that she has left... and gone away.

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