Artist: Afghan Whigs, The Album: What Jail Is Like (ep) Title: Mr. Superlove (the ass ponys) 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

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