Mr. Superlove Songtext
von 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
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
We had a falling-out