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
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Tarantula
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