Tarantulove - Hawksley Workman

You ain’t been sexin' kitten

But now you’re screamin'

Your bare feet dancin' crazy

In shards of wine-glasses

The picture’s blurry-blue

What the hell’s got into you?

Tarantulove

The yellow fringe is frayin'

You pull the top down

Your clothes cling tightly to your

Body when it’s rainin'

I, hungry, smitten, I

What’ve you been bitten by?

Tarantulove

Tarantulove

Came the times

I want to hold you

Walk the line 'til all

That’s feeling sad

That’s feeling sad

That’s feeling sad

That’s feeling sad

That’s feeling sad

Well, I’m no doctor, baby

But I know what’s good for me

It’s just like chocolate fingers

On bed-side saucers

How do you describe the pain?

Here’s what I’m prescribin', babe

Tarantulove

Tarantulove

Tarantulove

Oh, Tarantulove

Oh, Tarantulove

Oh, Tarantulove

Oh, Tarantulove

Oh, you’re blue, blue

When the tide is over

Tarantulove

Oh, Tarantulove

Oh, you’re blue, you’re blue

Blue, blue

Tarantulove

Tarantulove

Tarantulove

Tarantulove

Oh, Tarantu-rantu-love

Tarantulove

Oh

Tarantulove