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