I was minding my own business
I was busy playing my guitar
I was minding my own business
I was busy playing my guitar
When along came a spider along
And sat down inside my car
She locked me in her web
And I couldn't seem to get away
Well She locked in me her web
And I couldn't seem to get away
But I know that I never really wanted to anyway
Well come on
Well come on
It's easy for the eye to see
I may be trapped in a web of desire
But it's just my spider and me
I thought I was a man
But I see that I was just a kid
Yeah I thought I was a man
But I see that I was just a kid
When the spider came along
And showed me what I had missed
Well come on
Well come on
It's easy for the eye to see
I may be trapped in a web of desire
But it's just my spider and me
Well come on
Well come on
It's easy for the eye to see
I may be trapped in a web of desire
But it's just my spider and me