| Sooner or later, you’re certain to meet
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| In the bedroom, the parlor, or even the street
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| There’s no place on earth you’re likely to miss
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| Her kiss
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| Sooner or later, in sunlight or bloom
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| When the red candles flicker, she’ll walk in the room
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| And the curtain will shake and the fires will hiss
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| Here comes her kiss
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| And the moon grows dimmer
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| At the tide’s low ebb
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| And her black beads shimmer
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| And you’re aching to move but you’re caught in the web
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| Of the Spider Woman
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| In her velvet cape
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| You can scream
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| But you cannot escape
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| Sooner or later, your love will arrive
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| And she touches your heart, you’re alert and alive
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| But there’s only one pin that can puncture such bliss
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| Her kiss
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| Sooner or later, you’ll bathe in success
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| And your minions salute, they say nothing but «Yes!»
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| But you power is empty, it fades like the mist
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| Once you’ve been kissed
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| And the moon grows dimmer
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| At the tide’s low ebb
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| And your breath comes faster
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| And you’re aching to move but you’re caught in the web
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| Of the Spider Woman
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| In her velvet cape
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| You can run
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| You can scream
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| You can hide
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| But you cannot escape |