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