(the ass ponys)



The storm was blowing from the south

The blood was running from your mouth

Glass was shattered on the floor

A hundred pieces maybe more

I remember you were crying

Just befoere you sent it flying

Silent sounding pounding on my floor



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

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

Falling out (falling out)

Falling out (falling out)

Falling out (falling out)

We had a falling-out



Clothes were lying on the chair

Your face was hidden by your hair

All that i could think of then was

What it must have felt like when you

Were lying naked headlong down the stairs



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

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

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

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

Falling out (falling out)

Falling out (falling out)

Falling out (falling out)

We had a falling-out