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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 |
