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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Shapiro
Drums
Louise Post
Vocals
Nina Gordon
Vocals
Steve Lack
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louise Post
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Wood
Producer
Casey Rice
Additional Engineer
John McEntire
Additional Engineer
Roger Seibel
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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
(Wow, woah)
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
Woah, woah, woah, oh
Woah, woah, woah, oh
Woah, woah, woah, oh
Tiny truck stop, 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 (a man)
A spiderman
Spiderman
Spiderman (oh man)
Spiderman
Woah, woah, woah, oh (spiderman)
Woah, woah, woah, oh (spiderman)
Woah, woah, woah, oh
Writer(s): Louise Post
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