| On candy stripe legs the Spiderman comes
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| Softly through the shadow of the evenin' sun
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| Stealin' past the windows of the blissfully dead
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| Looking for the victim shivering in bed
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| Searchin' out fear in the gathering gloom
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| And 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 and 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 me 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
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| I will wake up in the shivering cold
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| And the Spiderman is always hungry |