Spiders
There's spiders in your room
But there always will be
There's people to be fooled
And there always has been
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand, or we'll carry you
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand; come back to me
Come back to me
With your back to the wall
You've got one place to fall
Sometimes it's all
Better on your own
Every little piece
Pulls in its own direction
Please, love, don't be scared
It's just your own reflection
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand, or we'll carry you
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand; come back to me
Come back to me
With your back to the wall
You've got one place to fall
Sometimes it's all
Better on your own
With your back to the wall
You've got one place to fall
Sometimes it's all
Better on your own
With your back to the wall
You've got one place to fall
Sometimes it's all
Better on your own
Writer/s: CLARENCE DRAYTON, TAMY LESTER SMITH
