Hawksley Workman - Tarantulove Lyrics
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 yourbody when it's rainin'.I, hungry, smitten, I,what've you been bitten by?Tarantulove.Tarantulove.Came the timesI want to hold you,walk the line 'til allthat'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, bluewhen the tide is over,Tarantulove,Oh, Tarantulove,Oh, you're blue, you're blueblue, blueTarantulove,Tarantulove,Tarantulove,Tarantulove,Oh, Tarantu-rantu-love.Tarantulove.Oh,Tarantulove.
