Will you welcome, please, The Oreos?

The Black, Black Widow is sitting in the middle

Of the web, it's the fly she seeks

You may be her lover, but you never will recover

'Cause she ain't had a bite for weeks

You think you're the same 'cause you got the same name

But the widow has a mobile home

Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you

And she's never gonna let you roam

She'll tuck you into bed, truck on your head

Then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack

So if you see a spider, don't you saddle up beside her

Why do you think the widow's wearing black?

Jack (Ow!)

The queen bee, baby

Pray that you may be left on your own

Uh-huh

Nothing she'll give you, gonna outlive you

Ah-ah-ah, but the queen bee's never gonna be alone

Uh-huh

Long before Atlantis, there has been a praying mantis

And you know why he's on his knees

He may have religion, but he's just a sitting pigeon

If a woman even starts to tease

He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck

What a way to go

And now you've gone and torn it, you've been messing with a hornet

She's a blue-blooded wasp, you know

And just as you do it, she'll inject you with a fluid

That you ain't even got but none

You're meat on the plate, not even first-rate

She's gonna feed you to her seventh son

Just like a queen bee, baby

Pray that you may be left on your own

Nothing she'll give you, gonna outlive you

Ah-ah-ah, but the queen bee's never gonna be alone

Uh-huh, uh-huh

So in conclusion, it's an optical illusion

If you think that we're the weaker race

Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle

And the truth is staring in your face

The mother bear stalks and the queen of the hawks

Is the one who brings home the bread

The lion that is regal and the bald-headed eagle

Need a woman just to keep 'em fed

But come the evening, we're like Adam and his Eve

Inside the garden, hear the serpent's sound

It's so frustrating when you're really into mating

And there ain't a loving man around

Whoever wrote the story (It's so frustrating when you're really into mating, and there ain't a loving man around)

Throw out the glory, bring in the men (It's so frustrating when you're really into mating, and there ain't a loving man around)

Give me them and I'll swing

Write me a sequel, give me an equal

Ah-ah-ah, and I'll give that man (Oh, yes, I will)

I said I'm gonna give that loving man (Woo-hoo-hoo-ooh)

I said I'm gonna give that loving man

I said I'm gonna give him that loving sting

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