Mr. Superlove - The Afghan Whigs
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
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