The poor, poor stranger He has so much to be afraid of And I can't help it When he's frightened I just want to scare him more
And I wish I could turn him into a fly And drop him onto a web and make him mine With my spider fingers, my spider fingers He can't remember
The poor, poor stranger He has so much to be curious of 'Cause I tell too many people Too, too many nice things
And 'cause inside of me I keep a thousand silky strings That are stronger than me, stronger than me Inside of me he keeps visiting my dreams He's more powerful than sleep
Come and lay beside me The shadows on the ceiling look so pretty
I'm the spider in the sugar The cigar in the wicker basket in the corner Burning all your papers So you can't remember You can't remember my spider fingers
Come and lay beside me The shadows on the ceiling look so pretty Like ahh
The poor, poor stranger Has so much to be afraid of because...
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