The lights are off, but look!
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There's somebody in the home.
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The White Recluse is loose,
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And I glow in the dark
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Spiders spin their cobwebs and they run their legs across the strands,
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Making tiny melodies on silken violins
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I sit back & twiddle my thumbs & lightning bolts shoot from my hands
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In my head, spinning out gold, multiple Rumplestiltskins.
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Go Away!
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I'm the White Recluse,
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Heat's on high & I'm stewin' in my juice
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Go Away!
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But if you like, we'll go out tomorrow night
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I don't need bars or cars of beautiful drunks
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Don't call the cops, I'm fine, just gettin' my groove on
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If I was a Negro all my friends would call me Brown Recluse
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No offense intended, of course & and no offense took
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I'll see you when I see you, see?
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So go away, Don't bother me while I learn a new dance,
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Write a new book, shit in my pants, & create a new look,
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so...
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Go Away!
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I'm the White Recluse, heat's on high & I'm stewin' in my juice
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Go Away! But if you like, we'll go out tomorrow night.
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Go Away!
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I'm the White Recluse, heat's on high & I'm stewin' in my juice
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Go Away! But if you like, we'll go out tomorrow night.
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Gimme 'til then...
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Gimme 'til then...
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Gimme 'til then...
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Gimme 'til then...
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Gimme 'til then...
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The White Recluse (Demo Version)
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| Pain (American Band) |
