Mr. Superlove — Ass Ponys

the storm was blowing from the south the blood was running from your mouth i recall the music playing couldn't hear what you were saying the cat was howling, yowling, wanting out

you may not believe me baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove

the glass was shattered on the floor a hundred pieces maybe more i remember you were crying just before you sent it flying the sirens sounding the pounding on the door

you may not believe me baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove

your clothes were lying on the chair your face was hidden by your hair and all that i could think of then was what it must have felt like when you were flying naked headlong down the stairs

you may not believe me baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove