What if Fergie had to take her broke ass home?

What if Rick Astley always gave up, always let you down, always ran around and deserted you?
 
What if you weren't my Sunshine?
Then the itsy-bitsy spider wasn't so itsy-bitsy at all, didn't get washed out in the rain and is now lying in wait in your attic, waiting for the right moment to wrap you up like a burrito to go.
 
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