| 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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| Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman.
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| I can’t take more of that.
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| I can’t take more of that.
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| I can’t take more of that.
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| I can’t take more of that.
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| Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Ho-oh.
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| Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Ho-oh.
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| Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Ho-oh.
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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, Spiderman.
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| Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Whoa, ho-ho. |
| Ho-oh. |
| Spiderman.
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| Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Ho-oh. |
| Spiderman.
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| Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Whoa, ho-oh. |
| Ho-oh. |
| Spiderman. |