| In a candlelit café down in New Orleans |
| Where they play guitar and shake tambourines |
| I met a woman and we began to talk |
| And strange things began to happen in the dark |
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| And I kissed her, I couldn't resist her |
| And discovered that I loved her |
| But how was I to know when I satisfied her |
| That I was falling for the black widow spider? |
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| On that very night in town |
| She began to spin a web all around me |
| She blinded me with kisses so that I couldn't see |
| She spun her web around me |
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| Then she left me with no one above me |
| Said call me honey, look at my money |
| But how was I to know as I sat down beside her |
| I was falling for the black widow spider? |
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| Got a heart cold as ice inside her |
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| Hey now |
| If you've ever down south, down in New Orleans |
| With a Creole lady, |
| Take care my friend, beware, pray it will not happen that |
| You've mated with a black widow spider |
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| Got a heart cold as ice inside her |
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| Got a heart cold as ice down inside her |
| I wanna tell you about the black widow spider |
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