Spider Crawling Down My Shirt

Chorus

I screamed like a banshee

Spider crawling down my shirt

Why the hell do these things love my boobs

Someone call an exterminator or just torch this blouse

Post-Chorus

Nope nope nope nope nope

I am not paid enough for this

Verse 2

I'm sitting there on the bus, minding my own damn business

Then this eight-legged freak decides it's moving in

Right down the collar, between the girls

Great, now I’m doing my interpretive dance of terror

Pre-Chorus

Every single time I wear white

It’s like these demons get an invitation

I need hazard pay for laundry

This cannot mean I’m earthy and grounded

Chorus

I screamed like a banshee

Spider crawling down my shirt

Why the hell do these things love my boobs

Someone call an exterminator or just torch this blouse

Post-Chorus

Nope nope nope nope nope

I am not paid enough for this