Mr. Superlove

<br>the storm was blowing from the south<br>the blood was running from your mouth<br>i recall the music playing<br>couldn`t hear what you were saying<br>the cat was howling, yowling, wanting out<br><br>you may not believe me<br>baby, when i tell you<br>that i am mr. superlove<br><br>the glass was shattered on the floor<br>a hundred pieces maybe more<br>i remember you were crying<br>just before you sent it flying<br>the sirens sounding<br>the pounding on the door<br><br>you may not believe me<br>baby, when i tell you<br>that i am mr. superlove<br><br>your clothes were lying on the chair<br>your face was hidden by your hair<br>and all that i could think of then<br>was what it must have felt like when<br>you were flying naked<br>headlong down the stairs<br><br>you may not believe me<br>baby, when i tell you<br>that i am mr. superlove