Spider Bites

Do you ever feel life gets a little too frisky? I bring back a swing full of intimate love in your head I'm not sure if it's the right move to bring it all back To the front of the set with the voice of the pack But I can't say I feel like we need to get Down with the beat One, Two, Three, Four Out the door then a Five, Six, Seven Eight Stayed too late Don't bring a bat I don't want to hit it Get too close and you might get bit Boy I'm not here to yank on your chains I'm not cut to be your secretary Your trivial pleasure's secondary Boy I'm not here to pull on your reigns I'm not one to be imaginary Cause fantasy's only temporary Eyes up, asserting Hands out, and flirting Every time I look around I see the same thing Everybody playing to the same old routine I know, I'm stuck I'm searching for a way to maybe try my luck, oh no I know, It's tough I'm looking for an answer to a question, I don't know I can't, cut through This feeling that I think I'll never be enough for you This point, of view Is broken but I feel I need to prove something to you I guess you're feeling that your life could be a little more frisky? I'll hold back this piece of my heart if it means you'll have fun I'm not sure if it's the right move to show you I care By performing your script with a passion I don't share But I guess I won't know until I try to get Down with the beat But no I'm not a perfect little angel either Oh A bit of spice can be a little sweeter I'll take you back and I'll show you around I'll go and take you on a trip so come on join if you're down Don't hold it back now you're gonna have fun The party's only starting yeah we've barely begun Start it slow don't pick up the tempo Play the strings crisis cross the fiddle, get a little Spice so nice, It's twice, thrice an encore Scream your name, there's no need to say more Turn it up, the thrill should be fatal Light a fire and turn on the tables Your face is red, my head's overstimulated Words can't do enough to communicate it Dance into the light of the limelight Strike a pose cause you are my nightlife Be a spy and I'll be the bad guy Do or die, we'll aim for the bullseye I don't know what it means But does it even really matter when we're plotting our schemes? It's storming through my veins A little water to my wind we'll make a hurricane Shake it up to the ebb and the flow Tug on a collar, make ya holler If you know then you know We'll play' till the morning light But if you get a bit too close You'll feel my spider bites