الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
A tiny moth
Wrapped in lungs
Got my armor
And I got my gun
I told you not to call me hun
She floats so soft
Inside his web
My spider lover
His useless head
I told you not to touch my bed
I’m changing, I’m spinning
Uh, morphogenic
I’m webbing I’m morphing
Uh, morphogenic
