She’s agile and seeking comfort,
over and over.
Laying in her bedroom,
weaving and sewing,
seeking her lover.
Black widow
over and over,
weaving and waiting for her lover.
Black widow
see her crying,
weaving and waiting for her lover,
agile and seeking comfort.
Black widow
laying in her bed room,
weaving and waiting for her lover,
binding and binding so fast it’s winding;
seeking comfort and her agile lover.
Black widow
living in my window.
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