Spiderman — текст песни (Veruca Salt)

You`re so nice, you tie me in a web
And cradle me till 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, Spiderman, 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.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh.

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, am,
A Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-ho. Ho-oh. Spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh. Spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh. Whoa, ho-oh. Ho-oh. Spiderman.