Come into my parlour
I’ve a gun pressed to your head
You can lead a horse to water
But a pencil must be lead
Come into my parlour
It really is quite nice
There’s nothing there to hurt you
It is as quiet as mice
I know you’ll be so bored
I know you’d rather be
Just about anywhere
Except here with me
But I know you want me
Come on, don’t pretend
Well, come into my parlour
And I’ll show you how it ends
I came into your parlour
Come on, don’t be shy
Just come into my parlour
It’s a good day to die
You think I am aloof
I think you are a creep
Let’s go into my parlour
Where you can get some sleep
You nearly had me stolen
You nearly duped me good
But come into my parlour
And I will show you how it could
Pan out in the heat
With the spider losing out
And the fly winning royally
By stamping on your feet
Just come into my parlour
As you once said to me
I have something to show you
Under floorboards- six foot deep.