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