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Candy stripe legs the spider man comes |
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Softly through the shadow of the evening sun |
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Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead |
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Looking for the victim shivering in bed |
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Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and |
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Suddenly, a movement in the corner of the room |
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And there is nothing I can do, when I realize with fright |
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That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight |
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Quietly, he laughs, shaking his head |
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Creeps closer now, closer to the foot of the bed |
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And softer than shadow and quicker than flies |
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His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes |
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"Be still, be calm, be quiet now, my precious boy |
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Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more |
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For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light |
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The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight" |
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And I feel like I'm being eaten |
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By a thousand million shivering furry holes |
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And I know, that in the morning I will wake up |
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In the shivering cold and the spiderman is always hungry |
