Spider Bites

Do you ever feel life gets a little too frisky?

I bring back a swing full of intimate love in your head

I'm not sure if it's the right move to bring it all back

To the front of the set with the voice of the pack

But I can't say I feel like we need to get

Down with the beat

One, Two, Three, Four

Out the door then a

Five, Six, Seven Eight

Stayed too late

Don't bring a bat I don't want to hit it

Get too close and you might get bit

Boy I'm not here to yank on your chains

I'm not cut to be your secretary

Your trivial pleasure's secondary

Boy I'm not here to pull on your reigns

I'm not one to be imaginary

Cause fantasy's only temporary

Eyes up, asserting

Hands out, and flirting

Every time I look around I see the same thing

Everybody playing to the same old routine

I know, I'm stuck

I'm searching for a way to maybe try my luck, oh no

I know, It's tough

I'm looking for an answer to a question, I don't know

I can't, cut through

This feeling that I think I'll never be enough for you

This point, of view

Is broken but I feel I need to prove something to you

I guess you're feeling that your life could be a little more frisky?

I'll hold back this piece of my heart if it means you'll have fun

I'm not sure if it's the right move to show you I care

By performing your script with a passion I don't share

But I guess I won't know until I try to get

Down with the beat

But no

I'm not a perfect little angel either

Oh

A bit of spice can be a little sweeter

I'll take you back and I'll show you around

I'll go and take you on a trip so come on join if you're down

Don't hold it back now you're gonna have fun

The party's only starting yeah we've barely begun

Start it slow don't pick up the tempo

Play the strings crisis cross the fiddle, get a little

Spice so nice, It's twice, thrice an encore

Scream your name, there's no need to say more

Turn it up, the thrill should be fatal

Light a fire and turn on the tables

Your face is red, my head's overstimulated

Words can't do enough to communicate it

Dance into the light of the limelight

Strike a pose cause you are my nightlife

Be a spy and I'll be the bad guy

Do or die, we'll aim for the bullseye

I don't know what it means

But does it even really matter when we're plotting our schemes?

It's storming through my veins

A little water to my wind we'll make a hurricane

Shake it up to the ebb and the flow

Tug on a collar, make ya holler

If you know then you know

We'll play 'till the morning light

But if you get a bit too close

You'll feel my spider bites