The poor, poor stranger
He has so much to be afraid of
And I can't help it
When he's frightened I just want to scare him more
And I wish I could turn him into a fly
And drop him onto a web and make him mine
With my spider fingers, my spider fingers
He can't remember
The poor, poor stranger
He has so much to be curious of
'Cause I tell too many people
Too, too many nice things
And 'cause inside of me I keep a thousand silky strings
That are stronger than me, stronger than me
Inside of me he keeps visiting my dreams
He's more powerful than sleep
Come and lay beside me
The shadows on the ceiling look so pretty
I'm the spider in the sugar
The cigar in the wicker basket in the corner
Burning all your papers
So you can't remember
You can't remember my spider fingers
Come and lay beside me
The shadows on the ceiling look so pretty
Like ahh
The poor, poor stranger
Has so much to be afraid of because...
It's hard to sing so high when your heart's so heavy, so heavy, so heavy
It's hard to sing so high when your heart's so heavy, so heavy, so heavy

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