What is the name of a song containing the lyrics the black black widow is sitting in the middle of the web its the fly she seeks?

Answer 1

The song is called "Queen Bee" sung by Barbra Streisand. It comes from the movie "A Star Is Born". She co-starred with Kris Kristofferson and the album with the same title as the movie was released in 1976.

The lyrics go like this...

The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web,

It's the fly she seeks.

You may be her lover but you never will recover,

'cause she ain't had a bite for weeks.

You think you're the same, 'cause you got the same name,

But the widow has a mobile home.

Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you,

And she's never gonna let you roam

She'll tuck you into bed, truck on your head,

Then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack.

So if you see a spider, don't you sidle up beside her

Why'd you think the widow's wearin' black?

Queen bee, baby

Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh

Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you

But the queen bee's never gonna be alone

Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis

And you know why he's on his knees

He may have religion but he's just a sittin' pigeon

If a woman even starts to tease.

He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck,

What a way to go.

And now you done and torn it!

You been messin' with a hornet, she's a blue-blooded wasp, you know.

And just as you do it, she'll inject you with a fluid

That you ain't even got but none.

You're the meat on the plate, not even first rate,

She's gonna feed you to her seventh son.

Just like the Queen bee, baby

Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh

Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you

But the queen bee's never gonna be alone.

So, in conclusion, it's an optical illusion, if you think that we're the

weaker race.

Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, and the truth is starin'

in your face.

The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks,

Is the one who brings home the bread.

The lion that is regal, and the bold headed eagle,

need a woman just to keep them fed.

But come the evenin', we're like Adam and his Eve,

Inside the garden hear the serpents sound?

It's so frustratin', when you're really into matin',

and there ain't a lovin' man around.

Whoever wrote this story, throw out the glory

Bring in the men (give me them and I'll swing)

Write me a sequel, give me an equal

And I'll give that man

I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man

I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man,

I'm gonna give him that lovin' sting! Zap!