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I've got no fingers anymore he took them all from me |
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He hid them in his room between the lap and the T.V. |
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Do you have some glue? |
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Maybe some acrylic paint |
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I've found them again and I intend to stick them back on |
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He doesn't want me to have anything to do when he's away |
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What's there to do when you're lonely? |
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There's a spider in my attic |
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She has to crochet all day |
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He can't get to her in her maze of spokes |
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She somehow keeps him away |
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But he's got to me like black magic |
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I can't keep him at bay |
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He's just like that I guess in some way |
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I've got a suitcase of colors and fifteen bottles of rainbow ink |
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33 paintbrushes and five pens |
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And a little bird outside my window |
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She keeps me entertained |
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You could come over if you like and you promise to behave |
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You could meet the spider and we'll have some tea |
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I promise they won't lock the doors on you |
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And if they do you can climb out the window |
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Say hello to the bird for me |
