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- Sep 18, 2002
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Pedipalps of Love
(Sung to the tune of really bad 80's music.)
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I just can't help but stridulate
'cause tonight I got a breeding date
he'll climb up my cage, tip-toe down the side
and warily approach my cork-bark hide
I'll pretend he's not there
raise up and kick hairs
but that's just a game:
"Hello, big spider, what's your name?"
I want to burrow in your epigastric furrow
I want to play with your fusillae
those eight bright eyes don't tell me lies
pound me with your pedipalps of love
cook my nook with that tibial hook
stir my fur with that tibial spur
bang my fang, and make me hiss
like a lovestruck roach
with your venomous kiss
want a cigarette?
come here my little cricket
don't be shy - just one last kiss goodbye . . .
[refrain]
I want to burrow in your epigastric furrow
I want to play with your fusillae
those eight bright eyes don't tell me lies
pound me with your pedipalps of love
pound me with your pedipalps of love
pound me with your pedipalps of love . . .
(Sung to the tune of really bad 80's music.)
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I just can't help but stridulate
'cause tonight I got a breeding date
he'll climb up my cage, tip-toe down the side
and warily approach my cork-bark hide
I'll pretend he's not there
raise up and kick hairs
but that's just a game:
"Hello, big spider, what's your name?"
I want to burrow in your epigastric furrow
I want to play with your fusillae
those eight bright eyes don't tell me lies
pound me with your pedipalps of love
cook my nook with that tibial hook
stir my fur with that tibial spur
bang my fang, and make me hiss
like a lovestruck roach
with your venomous kiss
want a cigarette?
come here my little cricket
don't be shy - just one last kiss goodbye . . .
[refrain]
I want to burrow in your epigastric furrow
I want to play with your fusillae
those eight bright eyes don't tell me lies
pound me with your pedipalps of love
pound me with your pedipalps of love
pound me with your pedipalps of love . . .