Whoa whoa whoa!
Well, here is me on tragedy
I always want what's out of reach
She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs
Fuck that night out with the guys
I never get a word in with them, anyway
The telephone doesn't scare me anymore
You're home, and I am here alone, my dear
Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper spastic
Superhero girl
Ah, superhero girl
So break the bruised monogamy
And let him fade to memory
Your erotic, wet, atomic eyes
Keep reoccurring in my mind
Do me a favor, please, and touch your lips to mine
The telephone doesn't scare me anymore
You're home, and I am here alone, my dear
Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper spastic
Superhero girl
Ah, superhero girl
Superhero girl
Superhero girl
Go, girl
She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs
Fuck that night out with the guys
I never get a word in with them, anyway (them anyway)
The telephone doesn't scare me anymore
You're home, and I am here alone, my dear
Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper spastic
You know the telephone doesn't scare me anymore
You're home, and I am here alone, my dear
Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper spastic
Whoa whoa whoa, superhero girl
Whoa whoa whoa, superhero girl
Whoa whoa whoa, superhero girl
Whoa whoa whoa, superhero girl
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