Black Widow
Photo by petr sidorov
Was like walking through the jungle
into large spider webs
You get all tangled up
in the goss-a-mer threads
And then it’s hard to make a move
for fear of being dead
When you see this big black lady
aiming straight for your head
That ol’ black widow
the one that’s on the prowl
That ol’ black widow
her bite will bring a howl
Of fear and pain
that will remain
Until you then fall over
but will you cry
Or will you die
when she makes you her lover
Black widows are notorious
for her sweet sensuality
But she may well turn on you
With her split person-al-ity
When her moods become mercurial
as they will always do
And when she turns volatile
It’s a dangerous thing for you
That ol’ black widow
wants you for her own
That ol’ black widow
will surely take you home
To tie you up in her web
of that you can be sure
To take you when she wants you
her reasons - not so pure
Be afraid of that black widow
the one that’s on the prowl
That ol’ black widow
her bite will bring a howl
Of fear and pain
that will remain
Until you then fall over
you will sin
And she will win
when she makes you her lover
This spider likes to weave a web
that’s not so delicate
To keep her prey from leaving
and to stay within her net
She is stunning but oh so cunning
With her red hour glass
You think you have her figured out
until you feel the crash
Stay away from these black beauties
is the best advice to give
Don’t let their charms fool you
if you really want to live
Don’t listen to all the sweet talk
that they will have for you
They only want the conquest
And your head on which to chew
That ol’ black widow
the one that’s on the prowl
That ol’ black widow
her bite will bring a howl
Of fear and pain
that will remain
Until you then fall over
but will you cry
Or will you die
when she makes you her lover
She will lie and she will cry
to try and win you over
She’ll even act a little shy
so as not to blow her cover
She will act so innocent
and pretend she’s pleasing you
But trust in this important fact
her aim will be, “I do”
This lady wants one thing from you
and that’s to have control
She only wants your song to sing
and be in charge of your soul
So look into her cold cold heart
so very carefully
To recognize the blackened part
will be what sets you free
Photo by Jon Butterworth
When the ol’ black widow
the one that’s on the prowl
That ol’ black widow
wants to bite and bring a howl
Of fear and pain
that will remain
Until you then fall over
when you cry
And then you die --
so do not become her lover