VERSE: D VERSE: Will it be poison, put in my glass, Will it be slow or will it be fast? The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider, A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night. Hiding in a corner in New York City, Lookin' down a forty four in West Virginia. CHORUS: VERSE: One night I was dancin' with a lady in black, Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat. She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes, She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise. Then I saw the flesh just fall off (guitartabs.cc)