The spider lurking in a dark place stops to admire his web
His trap for the unwary made of woven gossamer lace
Oh he is a handsome one as he sings his seduction songs
Come to me my pretties I wish to kiss your beautiful face.
He is good with his silver tongue as it licks across her lips
With honey words he caresses an artisan of rain dreams
With lips all a tremble he blows on her moist red eyes
On cue she swoons, one more victim of his schemes.
They have seen it all, his fellow travellers know it well
They stand in wonder and thrill at the passion of his kiss
The dance has started this one is old enough to Tango
What are you thinking as he created one more chrysalis.