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