White Widow

Not much to do on a boring old Monday Hard to explain but I felt a little wired Next thing I knew I was up out on the city I saw a door and I felt a rhythm calling me The room was light by a blue light by a window I had a drink and I wondered how I got here That's when I saw her, she entered through a back door And as she moved the music seamed to follow How could I know she was the white widow How could I know she was the white widow Moving towards me through the crowded dance floor She stared right through me my heart began to quicken Next thing I know she is standing right beside me I went to talk but she placed a finger on my lips She said I'm very glad you could make it I said I'm sorry I not sure that I know you Please don't be sorry cos you can be my victim She took my hand and I felt a rhythm calling me How could I know she was the white widow How could I know she was the white widow How could I know she was the white widow How could I know she was the white widow Yeah a life comes from her eyes And I'm left nowhere to hide Cos the music on her side On a dance floor on a dance floor Of she's such a perfect sight Flawless skin of electric white I'm a prisoner of the night On a dance floor on the dance floor Here she comes yeah Here she comes here she comes again Here she comes here she comes yeah Things would never be the same Here she comes yeah Here she comes here she comes again Here she comes here she comes yeah Things would never be the same How could I know she was the white widow How could I know she was the white widow