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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nikki Lane
Vocals
Alain Moschulski
Electric Guitar
Jenny Lewis
Hand Claps
Matt Pynn
Electric Guitar
Pearl Charles
Hand Claps
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nikki Lane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Homme
Producer
Robert Adam Stevenson
Mixing Engineer
Letra
Full metal woman in a thrift store jacket
Runnin' Tulsa to San Antone
Making bad decisions, don't need no permission
If she wants to get a little stoned
It's crystal clear
That you should be running scared
Oh, but you're standing there
Pretending not to care
She'll seduce the nation
Set their hearts on fire
Push your limitations
Make you walk the mile
If you're prone to temptation
You better not stare
She'll spin you up and spit you out
She'll leave you running scared
She's a black, black widow
She'll leave you running scared
She's a black, ol' black widow
She'll leave you wishing you were superstitious
'Bout that Mother Mary look in her eyes
Should have known better by that little red letter
On her back like a varsity sign
It's crystal clear
That you should be running scared
Oh, but you're standing there
Pretending not to care
She'll seduce the nation
Set their hearts on fire
Push your limitations
Make you walk the mile
If you're prone to temptation
You better not stare
She'll spin you up and spit you out
She'll leave you running scared
She's a black, black widow
She'll leave you running scared
She's a black, ol' black widow
Oh, oh, oh
Now you know (now you know)
What you get (what you get)
When you pull (when you pull)
On that thread (on that thread)
Now you know (now you know)
What you get (what you get)
You've been caught (you've been caught)
In the web
She's a black, black widow
She'll leave you running scared
She's a black, ol' black widow
Oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Nikki Lane, Simon Gabe
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