Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
What if I was a spider and you're my spider child?
I let you rock so gently and my spiders thread so mild
I'd spin dainty webs from out my bottom
You'd be a bouncy like a ball of cotton
I'd weave our sticky play pens in bathroom drains and showers
And hide away in plug holes and bolts of plastic flowers
Slipping and sliding on the window frames I'd brace you
I'd wrap my spider arms around and tenderly embrace you
And kiss you on your hairy spider nose
As we drift away to where the cold north wind blows