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)

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