First Impressions

Let me introduce myself

Said the spider to the fly

Sitting out of sight, upon the shelf

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Speaking softly, like some little elf

With a twinkle in his eye

Let me introduce myself

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I’d prefer you keep it to yourself

That I wish that I could fly, but I’m

Sitting out of sight, upon the shelf

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Lurking in the shadows, alone, at a half past twelve

Smiling slyly, as the moon shone in the sky

Let me introduce myself

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Imagine, if you will, that I’m only here to help

Waiting for you, as you happen by

Sitting out of sight, upon the shelf

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How differently you’d view me, if I looked like something else

But I don’t and I will sit alone and cry

Let me to introduce myself

Sitting out of sight, upon the shelf