| I met a woman down in Mexico
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| Sweet as sugar with a heart made of stone
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| We drank tequila by the light of the moon
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| I didn’t know that she would be my ruin
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| She said she knew about the voodoo ways
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| And could make me love her till the end of my days
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| She lit a candle then she took my hand
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| And in the street I heard the mariachi band
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| She tried to say she was the last of her kind
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| She started to change I nearly lost my mind
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| When she said that I’d be her honeybee
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| I realized she had put a spell on me
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| I looked around and my eyes grew wider then
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| I realized I was inside her spider den
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| Caught in her web I never had a chance
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| When she did her tarantula dance
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| You say its too fantastic that it cannot be true
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| But I say that can happen and it can happen to you
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| One minute you’ll be thinking that everything’s fine
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| The next thing you know well you’re there with your heart on the line
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| There she goes
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| There in the moonlight
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| Under the stars
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| Tarantula
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| Throughout the night I heard her call my name
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| Me like the moth drawn to the falme
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| Me in her spell with her magic ways
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| She made the minutes stretch into days
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| Me with her there and her lips on mine
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| I felt our bodies then our souls entwine
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| I tried to run but I never had a chance
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| When she did her tarantula dance
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| When I awoke she had slipped away
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| I haven’t seen her since that day
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| And now I search every where I go
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| For that young woman from down in Mexico
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| I hear stories and the tales they tell
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| Of a girl who breaks hearts with magic spells
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| They say she uses potions and evil chants
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| But I know it’s just her tarantula dance |