A leggy woman
I'm black and I'm scary
I'm fast and I'm hairy,
my legs are all skinny,
my body is fat.
Most women hate me
their men folk all chase me
as then underfoot
they make me go crack!
If I take a husband
I'll have lots of babies
and then when he dies
I'll gobble him up.
Well I'm not sentimental
my head rules my heart
and I'd rather be single
than hungry by far!
I'm a spider lets face it
and though I could lace it
with fine woven webs from
here to Hong Kong.
I'm a whore pure and simple
I haven't a dimple
and just like a pimple
you'd all like me gone!
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