Walk all over me

In these leather boots, sweet Tiffany

Roam the streetlights with your hunter's empathy

Run with the shadows

And dance with the night

And for the city is haunted bring your shiniest knife



And sing

Follow me down into the lair

The smell of a hundred old heartaches lies down there

The touch of temptation

The promise of bliss

But the black widow is a spider

And spiders don't kiss



Guys love her body

Just like guys always do

They know she is dangerous, convictive and cruel

Her hands are all stained

With nicotine and blood

And with a gun and a knife she wrote her name in my heart



Follow me down into the lair

The smell of a hundred old heartaches lies down there

The touch of temptation

The promise of bliss

But the black widow is a spider

And spiders don't kiss



Her body is painted

With tattoos and scars

Each one is a symbol, a polaroid of the past

It`s little or nothing

It`s sex or the blues

This life it means nothing, there's no meaning or truth



Follow me down into the lair

The smell of a hundred old bastards lies down there

The touch of cold trauma

The lonely abyss

But the black widow is a spider

And spiders don't kiss