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You're so nice, you tie me in a web,
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And cradle me 'till dawn.
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You're so deadly that I can see your breath
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Beneath me when you're gone.
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You're so windy, I'd like to pin you down
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And tack you to the wall,
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Spiderman, Spiderman.
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Spider Sunday, you blaze up from the south
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With oil on your hands.
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I'm streaked in grease and grime and idle mouths.
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You've spoiled all my plans,
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Whoa, ho-oh
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Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman.
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I can't take more of that (x4)
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Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh. (x3)
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Tiny truckstop, you lay me in a towel,
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And savor me like a lamb.
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You smell of corduroy and lemon drops
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And reds pulled from a can.
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I dream in black and white,
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I've long forgot exactly, who I am, am,
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A Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman, Oh man, Spiderman.
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Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-ho. Ho-oh. Spiderman. (x3)
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Spiderman 79
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| Veruca Salt |
