Just when things are getting complicated In the eye of the storm She flicks a red hot revelation Off the tip of her tongue
She does a dozen summersaults and leaves me supercharged Makes me wanna blow the candles out Just to see if you glow in the dark
Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala
Home sweet home, home sweet home Home sweet boobytrap I took the batteries out my mysticism and put them in my thinking cap She's got a telescopic hallelujah, hanging up on the wall For when it gets too complicated in the eye of the storm
Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala
And in a Hellcat's spangled cavern When your judgements on the run And you're acting like a stranger Coz you thought it looked like fun
Did you ever get the feeling That these are things she said before? Her steady hands may well have done the Devil's pedicure What you waiting for, sing another fucking shalalala
Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala
Compositor: Alexander David Turner (PRS)Editor: EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2011 (06/Jun) e lançado em 2011ECAD verificado obra #5826758 e fonograma #2137643 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM