Lyrics: Rachel Brassfield
Music: Rachel Brassfield/Louis Hahlweg
Is it too soon to say sorry?
I didn't want you to worry
But you shouldn't even try
I swear you're never gonna make it out of this alive
I think nature made me this way
The truth is excuses are useless to say
I don't want to play god - but
His holiness told me this
You're better off dead
And I'm better off fed
Mmm
And that's the price for
Laying beside her
She's like one of those kinds of spiders
And once you feed her
You'll never be heard
From again, won't come again
She's a man eater
Some might call you my prey
But that stance leaves a chance for you to run away
No, you're just other predators
Who love to get it first
When you underestimate and think the best of me
You throw the rest away
Betrayed by your own instinct
I'll slay you 'til you're extinct
Oh you're just better off dead
And the world don't want to see me when I'm underfed
Have I said you look nice in my bed?
Like flies on a web
Mmm
And that's the price for
Laying beside her
She's like one of those kinds of spiders
And once you feed her
You'll never be heard
From again, won't come again
She's a man eater
You just can't help yourself
Ignore the warning bells
You're a moth to a flame
And I'm hot for you babe
And that's the price for
Laying beside her
She's like one of those kinds of spiders
And once you feed her
You'll never be heard
From again, won't come again
She's a man eater"