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Boris the Spider - The Who.
Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider Boris the spider
Now he's dropped on to the floor Heading for the bedroom door Maybe he's as scared as me Where's he gone now, I can't see
Boris the spider Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly Creepy, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
There he is wrapped in a ball Doesn't seem to move at all Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly Creepy, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He's come to a sticky end Don't think he will ever mend Never more will he crawl 'round He's embedded in the ground
Boris the spider Boris the spider
thecatninja1995 · Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 06:17pm · 0 Comments |
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