Lyrics:
I think your taste
Is exactly what this
Next batch needs so why don’t [bad word] a little bit closer

Don’t look so blue…
Purple’s a good look for you!

Why are you so pale, my deary~?
You should be proud…
You’ll make a delicious cake!

You can’t escape
Even if you pay me
See, I was offered a large sum of money for your SOUL

 [bad word] of me
You have not yet met my pet

You will make a tasty breakfast
Sit still, human
Your [bad word] is futile 

Now you are stuck here in my spider dance
Spider dance 
Spider dance

If you think that you’ll escape there’s no chance
There’s no chance
There’s no chance

And when we dance in sync you’ll be entranced
Be entranced
Be entranced 

My mercy will cost you a hefty fee
My pet thinks your SOUL will be quite tasty~

I’ll pour you some
Spider cider
Made for and from
Real, whole spiders!

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And now it seems it’s time for dessert
For dessert
For dessert

Your SOUL will make every spider happy
Give in to my attack; make it snappy

Oh my, this has all been a big misunderstanding~
I thought that you hated spiders and wanted to [bad word] them…

I am sincerely sorry for all of the trouble~
If you wish, human, I could try and make it up to you

Any time and for absolutely no charge at all…
You [bad word] back, then I’ll wrap you up for my pet again~

Ahu hu hu hu, I am only kidding with you
I’ll spare you now, but that was [bad word] back sometime, dearie~