I've got no fingers anymore he took them all from me He hid them in his room between the lap and the T.V. Do you have some glue? Maybe some acrylic paint I've found them again and I intend to stick them back on He doesn't want me to have anything to do when he's away What's there to do when you're lonely? There's a spider in my attic She has to crochet all day He can't get to her in her maze of spokes She somehow keeps him away But he's got to me like black magic I can't keep him at bay He's just like that I guess in some way I've got a suitcase of colors and fifteen bottles of rainbow ink 33 paintbrushes and five pens And a little bird outside my window She keeps me entertained You could come over if you like and you promise to behave You could meet the spider and we'll have some tea I promise they won't lock the doors on you And if they do you can climb out the window Say hello to the bird for me
