Monday, 2 November 2009
boris the spider.
look who's crawling up my waaaaaaaaall, black and hairy very smaaaaaaaall.. now he's up above my heaaaaaaaaad, hanging by a little threaaaaaaaad. boris the spider. boris the spider. now he's dropped on to the floooooooor, heading for the bedroom dooooooooor, maybe he's as scared as meeeeee, where's he gone now i can't seeeeeeee? boris the spider. boris the spider. creepy crawly. creepy crawly. creepycreepy crawlycrawly creepycreepy crawlycrawly creepycreepy crawlycrawly. there he is wrapped in baaaaaaall, doesn't seem to move at aaaaaaall, perhaps he's dead i'll just make surrrrrre, pick this muck right off the flooooooor. boris the spider. boris the spider. creepy crawly. creepy crawly. creepycreepy crawlycrawly creepycreepy crawlycrawly creepycreepy crawlycrawly. he's come to a sticky ennnnnnnd. don't think he will ever mennnnnnnnd, never more will he crawl rounnnnnd. he's embedded in the grounnnnnd. boris the spider. boris the spider.
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