Get ready for the lady
She's gonna be a treat
Simmer slightly 'til ready
Make her soft too
Make her sweet.
I kiss the tears off from your chest
I felt the poison fright that's in your breath
I knew your precious life and I know your death
I squeeze the love out of your soul
All the perfect love that's in your soul
You're just another spirit on parole.
(You are) devil's food
(You are) devil's food.
Please, don't touch the displays, little boy, ha, ha, ha, ah cute!
Moving to the next aisle, we have arachnida, the spiders, our finest collection
This friendly little devil is the heptathilidae, unfortunately harmless
Next to him, - the nasty licosa raptoria, his tiny fangs cause creeping ulcerations of the skin
And here, my prize - the black widow. isn't she lovely? and so deadly
Her kiss is fifteen times as poisonous as that of the rattlesnake
You see her venom is highly neurotoxic, which is to say that it attacks the central nervous system causing intense pain, profuse sweating, difficulty in breathing, loss of consciousness, violent convulsions and, finally... death
You know I think what I love the most about her is her inborn need to dominate, possess
In fact, immediately after the consummation of her marriage to the smaller and weaker male of the specie
She kills and eats him - oh, she is delicious...
And I hope he was! such power and dignity - unhampered by sentiment
If I may put forward a slice of personal philosophy, I feel that man has ruled this world as a stumbling demented child-king long enough!
And as his empire crumbles, my precious black widow shall rise!
As his most fitting successor!