| She’s got spiders inside her head
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| She’s in danger she’s easily led
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| She’s on a mission from morning till night
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| She takes pictures with infra-red light
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| Secret agent miss Z-P-19
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| I still love you miss Z-P-19
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| But every morning when she jumps out of bed
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| She shakes the spiders playing inside her head
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| Oh my baby what shall we do
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| Babys in a black web I’m feeling blue
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| Johnnys in the cornershop waiting for you
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| He’s got lots of
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| Lookout Johnny she’s got spiders
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| Inside her head
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| She can’t control her baby spiders
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| She wants them dead
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| She’s got radar remote control
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| She’s got Tv in every hole
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| She’s got camera behind her eyes
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| She’s warm and dangerous in every disguise
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| Oh my baby what shall we do
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| Babys in a black web I’m feeling blue
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| Johhnys in the cornershop waiting for you
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| He’s got lots of
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| Lookout Johnny she’s got spiders
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| All around her door
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| She can’t control her baby spiders
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| Anymore
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| She’s up and humming at the discostation
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| When all she really wants is regulations
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| You’re up and humming at the discostation
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| Up and spinning like a yo yo
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| And every morning when she catches her train
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| She taps the telephones in passenger brains |