Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm
she flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue
it does a dozen somersaults and it leaves you 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 booby-trap
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 spangled cavern
when your judgement’s on the run
and you’re acting like a stranger
‘cause you thought it looked like fun
well 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? singing another fucking shalalala !