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