and now they're inside of me
and I can't get them out.
of a peanut butter piccolo
I'll put you in the middle
of a peanut butter piccolo
Whenever you're looking for me
I'll be at the bottom of a bowl
Cheerios whenever you're looking
Reaching to the bottom of
The letter, the alphabet.
Soggy, swampy, lumpy meat.
Kissing, marrying, not quarreling.
Now there's spiders inside you
Spiders in your breakfast
Now there's spiders inside you
and washed the spider out
went up the spout and popped
Now there's spiders inside you
Spiders in your breakfast
Spiders in your breakfast
Now there's spiders inside you
Spiders in your breakfast
Now there's spiders inside you
Spiders in your breakfast
Now there's spiders inside
Spiders in your breakfast
Now there's spiders inside
Now there's spiders inside
Now there's spiders inside me
I'll be at the bottom of the
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