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 [bad word] out together, caught in her trance 
Wiping [bad word] 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