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The lights are off, but look! |
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There's somebody in the home. |
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The White |
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Recluse is loose, |
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And I glow in the dark |
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Spiders spin their cobwebs and they run their legs across the strands, |
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Making tiny melodies on silken violins |
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I sit back and twiddle my thumbs and lightning bolts shoot from my hands |
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In my head, spinning out gold, multiple |
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Rumplestiltskins. |
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Go Away! I'm the |
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White Recluse, |
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Heat's on high and |
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I'm stewin' in my juice |
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Go Away! But if you like, we'll go out tomorrow night |
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I don't need bars or cars of beautiful drunks |
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Don't call the cops, |
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I'm fine, just gettin' my groove on |
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If I was a |
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Negro all my friends would call me |
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Brown Recluse |
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No offense intended, of course and and no offense took |
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I'll see you when |
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I see you, see? |
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So go away, |
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Don't bother me while |
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I learn a new dance, |
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Write a new book, shit in my pants, create a new look, so... |
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Go Away! I'm the |
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White Recluse, heat's on high and |
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I'm stewin' in my juice |
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Go Away! But if you like, we'll go out tomorrow night. |
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Go Away! I'm the |
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White Recluse, heat's on high and |
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I'm stewin' in my juice |
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Go Away! But if you like, we'll go out tomorrow night. |
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Gimme 'til then... |
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Gimme 'til then... |
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Gimme 'til then... |
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Gimme 'til then... |
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Gimme 'til then... |
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Gimme 'til then... |
