Untitled God Song

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
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 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
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 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
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 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