Written by Max Collins

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 sacarstic my hyper spastic superhero girl

So break the bruised monogamy
And let him fade to memory
Your erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccuring in my mind
Do me a favor and please touch your lips to mine

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 sacarstic my hyper spastic superhero girl

The telephone doesn't scare me anymore
You're home and I am here alone my dear
Always stupidly sacarstic my hyper spastic superhero girl

(What? What? What?) x4
Superhero girl x4