Black Widow
Up in the hills stood an old stone farm house
The undertaker outside guiding his cart and horse
Another victim to the black widows deadly kiss
The black heart tattoo on her upper lip
Puts fear of death into all around
Defying colour, dressed in black from head to ground
Out of the shadows she appeared graceful
Her ghostly white face looked so peaceful
Married and widowed three times
She's so young still in her prime
Local gossip passes round of deadly tales
Poison in the water up in the hills
But some have their doubts with personal theories
Three Husbands deceased why not she
Maybe the fresh natural stream was not the cause
Did she find a way to finish them all
No time to dwell and mourn she's on the prowl
Another poor Husband to count down the hours
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