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And maybe my god Has a trot in her walk And her coach bags are knock-off Her shoes are all dressed up And she spins me around like a marionette Oh my web is still spinning My web is still spinning My web is still spinning You can't see it yet Or maybe my god Has thick hips and big lips And the buttons she's pressing She speaks every language Shift A, right B, Nintendo 63 On her video, baby The game she's been changing When you're drunk near a sunset Look straight in her eyes She's a quick glimpse of heaven Forgetting her headlights are on When you misread her fortune Don't misread the joke She's the note on your lampshade The honeycomb holding you Songtexte And she spins me around like a marionette Oh my web is still spinning My web is still spinning My web is still spinning You can't see it yet Aus Songtexte Mania