she likes to keep to herself,
but I would also love to keep her.
she may sleep all alone
but she's not the only lonely sleeper.

when a bunch of realistic schemes seep into my daydreams
she's got the disinfectant.
when all I've gotten myself is lost she'll buy my heart at any cost,
and it's such a safe investment

CHORUS:
I may look like clarke kent,
but I'm no superman,
I'm just a mild-mannered kid
looking for my lois lane
Whoa, I know she what I see when my eyes close
Whoa, I know when she's gone where she goes

I'd throw rose petals at her feet and feed her all that she could eat
a thousand kisses I would send her.
I'd make her be my valentine, I'd wash my mouth with turpentine,
I'd even like her if she changed her gender.

CHOR