When a spider spins its web
It does not even need to know why
It just minds its business and waits
Because it’s set the table
It has no need for forks, knives,
Spoons, dishes or plates
Doesn’t care much
If there comes wind or rain
If the web gets messed up
It just spins it again
It doesn’t need to cheat
It doesn’t need to lie
It never gets tired of waiting
It knows about the fly
It’s just waiting for it’s dinner
So patiently
How it sees so well is no surprise
Doesn’t need glasses it has eight eyes
It doesn’t fall because it has eight legs
Then, soon there comes the fly
Get stuck in the web
Just then the spider runs to the fly
Gives it a quick bite
Then it wraps it up for its dinner
Spun up tight in its web
A woman is like a spider
She spins her own web
The way she dresses and bathes
Wears nice clothes
Does her hair and her nails,
Her fingers and her toes
And puts sweet smelling potions
On her neck
And in between her legs
She puts on clever decorations
To distract the eye
The way she spins her web
Is to capture a man
The one that catches her attention
She will do her dance
To display her sexy ways
By making suggestive motions
With her breasts and her legs
Taunting and teasing him
Until she captures his gaze
If she likes the way he looks
Or the way that he moves
Perhaps it’s his sense of style
Or the way that he grooves
Something special
That stands out about him
Maybe it’s the look in his eyes
A woman is like a spider
With a quick bite she will take you into her web she wrap you up nice and tight and take you to bed
Before you know it
You’ll be spending the night
And it won’t be long
Until you’ll be under her spell
And if you don’t know about it yet,
You about as dumb as hell
A woman is like a spider
Soon, it’s all over
It is the end of your life being the fly
You’ll be feeding the babies
Fixing the web
And working for her
For the rest of your life
A woman is like a spider
Some men know there is proof
Say it like you know that it’s true,
If you have ever been married
(been shacking, have or had a wife)
Some people don’t know they’re bitten
Or they don’t know what to do
Once they are under the spell
…i can tell by looking at you…
Let me tell a little secret
…some men are spiders, too…
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