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