| Spend the night in Charlotte’s bed
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| You might get caught in Charlotte’s web
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| A satin rose, that’s growing wild
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| Charlotte holds more secrets, than the night
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| She spins and weaves her magic spell
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| Her body speaks, what words can’t tell
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| I’m a moth, she’s a flame
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| In a town that’s all too quick, to smear her name
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| But I’ll take the likes of Charlotte and her kind
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| Small-town talk, don’t matter now that Charlotte’s mine
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| It may be true, that other men have found her bed
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| But I’m the one who’s caught in Charlotte’s Web
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| Charlotte took me late one night
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| To a secret room, by candlelight
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| She dealt the cards and read my hand
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| Said she hoped that I would understand
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| She turned two cards up, face to face
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| She said, «Two hearts have found their place»
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| Now all the rest is history
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| The future’s full of Charlotte loving me
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| And I’ll take the likes of Charlotte and her kind
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| Small-town talk don’t matter now that Charlotte’s mine
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| It may be true that other men have found her bed
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| But I’m the one, who’s caught in Charlotte’s Web
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| It may be true that other men have found her bed
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| But I’m the one who’s caught in Charlotte’s Web
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| (Charlotte's web)
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| Charlotte’s web, Charlotte’s web
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| Charlotte’s web, Charlotte’s web
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| Charlotte’s web |