Don McLean — Tangled Like A Spider In Her Hair

She loves me like no can She has me right there She makes me live like a man I'm tangled like a spider in her hair I'm tangled like a spider in her hair I touch her and then I Touch her again, I'm Tangled inside the Web that she weaves I'll never be free from Her mystery, I'm Tangles inside the Scent that she leaves She wants me inside that [?] She has me right there My world lives inside that [?] I'm tangled like a spider in her hair Tangled in her hair Tangled in her hair