Lyrics
Not much to do on a boring old Monday
Expressing boredom on a Monday.
Hard to explain but I felt a little wired
Feeling unusual or restless.
Next thing I knew I was up out on the city
Spontaneously ended up in the city.
I saw a door and I felt a rhythm calling me
Felt drawn to a door by a rhythmic sensation.
The room was light by a blue light by a window
Describing the setting with blue light from a window.
I had a drink and I wondered how I got here
Having a drink and reflecting on the situation.
That's when I saw her, she entered through a back door
Noticed a woman entering through a back door.
And as she moved the music seamed to follow
Her movements seemed synchronized with the music.
How could I know she was the white widow
Realizing the woman is the 'white widow'.
How could I know she was the white widow
-Moving towards me through the crowded dance floor
Describing the woman approaching through the dance floor.
She stared right through me my heart began to quicken
Intense eye contact with the woman, feeling excitement.
Next thing I know she is standing right beside me
She stands next to the narrator.
I went to talk but she placed a finger on my lips
Attempt to speak, but she silences with a finger on lips.
She said I'm very glad you could make it
She expresses happiness about the narrator's presence.
I said I'm sorry I not sure that I know you
Narrator is unsure if he knows her.
Please don't be sorry cos you can be my victim
She reassures and hints at a mysterious connection.
She took my hand and I felt a rhythm calling me
She holds the narrator's hand, and the rhythm intensifies.
How could I know she was the white widow
Repetition of the realization that she is the 'white widow'.
How could I know she was the white widow
-How could I know she was the white widow
-How could I know she was the white widow
-Yeah a life comes from her eyes
Her gaze brings life, and the narrator feels exposed.
And I'm left nowhere to hide
The narrator is vulnerable with no hiding place.
Cos the music on her side
Her influence dominates the music on the dance floor.
On a dance floor on a dance floor
Reiteration of the dance floor setting.
Of she's such a perfect sight
Describing the woman's perfection.
Flawless skin of electric white
Highlighting the flawless appearance of the woman.
I'm a prisoner of the night
Feeling captivated by the night and the woman.
On a dance floor on the dance floor
Reiteration of the captivating dance floor scenario.
Here she comes yeah
Repetition of the woman's arrival and the transformative impact.
Here she comes here she comes again
-Here she comes here she comes yeah
-Things would never be the same
-Here she comes yeah
-Here she comes here she comes again
-Here she comes here she comes yeah
-Things would never be the same
-How could I know she was the white widow
Final realization of the woman's identity as the 'white widow'.
How could I know she was the white widow
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