You said I could move in on Monday.
     I could even have my own chest of drawers.
My suitcase hadn't hit that front door baby,
     when you handed me that great big list of chores.

Now I've got something cookin' on the stove.
     Then I've got to wash and wax this floor.
Got a long distance salesmen on the telephone,
     and some religious peddler at my door.

     But I could still be in the mood tonight,
          if you'd just seduce me with your charm.
     I could go out on the town tonight with,
          my Black Widow on my arm.

Sissy's got to go and get her picture taken and,
     Junior needs a Sunday pair of shoes.
Catch that guinea pig before the cat comes home.
     And now you'll sing the Co-dependent blues.

While you take that trash out to the curb,
     you can shovel all that snow off of the walk.
Carry all those boxes back down into the basement,
     Then you and I can have our little talk.

     But I could still be in the mood tonight,
          if you'd just seduce me with your charm.
     I could go out on the town tonight with,
          my Black Widow on my arm.

     My Black Widow on my arm.
          My Black Widow on my arm.
               My Black Widow on my arm.

                    My Black Widow on my arm.