Mr. Superlove

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