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 girl