On a hot steamy night at the dance club, he is searching for a warm nocturnal with an attractive compliant woman. He finds her, or so he thought. She dances, her sexy well-built body pulsing to the thundering music and to the club’s gleaming flashing lights. She began to caress him in a tactile forward and stimulating manner — weaving her web. He reacted in a surprised but delighted way. He quickly concluded, naively, that she is the one for him tonight. They drunkenly stumble back to her table where she made an even stronger, bolder move on him, causing him, her spider prey, to fall helplessly into the web she wove. He concludes that it is time to take her home, sending off her to say goodnight to her girlfriend. Instead, she looks back at him, starring and laughing, and quickly leaves the club deserting him. Stunned and poisoned by the spider’s bite, he struggles…tangled and captured in her spider web. He tries, but he cannot form a thought or make a move. He stumbles through his thoughts knowing that there would be no love tonight. He sings that to himself uncontrolled and repeatedly, and there was not.