I wanna be your superhero.
I woke up on the floor,
Covered in red.
Am I dead or is my cape up over my eyes?
There's a ketchup packet stuck to my shoe,
It's what made me fall for you.
If I'm supposed to be,
Sweeping you off your feet,
Then why are you always rescuing me?
I wanna be,
Your superhero.
Wear a belt on top of my head and,
Underwear on the outside of my pants.
I wanna be,
Your superhero.
From the biggest supervillians,
To the bully at school (That guy is such a fool,)
Just like me, cuz I'd save the world for you.
Giant dinosaurs and mad scientists,
To evil weathermen,
Flooding over the river.
What the hell, I'd eat your onions and liver.
If I'm supposed to be the man of your dreams,
Then why are you always rescuing me?
I wanna be,
Your superhero,
Wear a belt on top of my head and,
Underwear on the outside of my pants,
I wanna be,
Your superhero.
Well you hate my big nose,
And how in every show,
I wear exactly all the same clothes,
But what can you do when your best friend's blue?
I guess I'll write in my journal about you.
I wanna be,
Your superhero,
Wear a belt on top of my head and,
Underwear on the outside of my pants,
I wanna be,
Your superhero.
Giant dinosaurs and mad scientists (I wanna be your superhero)
To evil weathermen,
Flooding over the river,
Wear a belt on my head and, (It's because you're P-A-Double T)
Underwear on the outside of my pants.
I wanna be...
Your superhero...
Ohh...
Oh.
Ten points to whoever can tell what show that song is written about.
Lately I've been in a wierd mood. I think it's because it kinda seems like my friends don't really want Courtney and I to be together, and I guess I'm just kinda scared that she's gonna begin to feel the same way.
I'm also kinda sad because I won't be able to see her at all this weekend, nor on Valentine's Day. (Courtney, if you read this, I totally understand that you wanna make money, it's a sensible thing...I don't wanna put you on a guilt trip in any way.)
By the way, this is not meant to be an accusation of neither my friends nor Courtney, I'm just saying how it seems to me. If I'm off, let me know. I may just be on a trip of paranoia.
Covered in red.
Am I dead or is my cape up over my eyes?
There's a ketchup packet stuck to my shoe,
It's what made me fall for you.
If I'm supposed to be,
Sweeping you off your feet,
Then why are you always rescuing me?
I wanna be,
Your superhero.
Wear a belt on top of my head and,
Underwear on the outside of my pants.
I wanna be,
Your superhero.
From the biggest supervillians,
To the bully at school (That guy is such a fool,)
Just like me, cuz I'd save the world for you.
Giant dinosaurs and mad scientists,
To evil weathermen,
Flooding over the river.
What the hell, I'd eat your onions and liver.
If I'm supposed to be the man of your dreams,
Then why are you always rescuing me?
I wanna be,
Your superhero,
Wear a belt on top of my head and,
Underwear on the outside of my pants,
I wanna be,
Your superhero.
Well you hate my big nose,
And how in every show,
I wear exactly all the same clothes,
But what can you do when your best friend's blue?
I guess I'll write in my journal about you.
I wanna be,
Your superhero,
Wear a belt on top of my head and,
Underwear on the outside of my pants,
I wanna be,
Your superhero.
Giant dinosaurs and mad scientists (I wanna be your superhero)
To evil weathermen,
Flooding over the river,
Wear a belt on my head and, (It's because you're P-A-Double T)
Underwear on the outside of my pants.
I wanna be...
Your superhero...
Ohh...
Oh.
Ten points to whoever can tell what show that song is written about.
Lately I've been in a wierd mood. I think it's because it kinda seems like my friends don't really want Courtney and I to be together, and I guess I'm just kinda scared that she's gonna begin to feel the same way.
I'm also kinda sad because I won't be able to see her at all this weekend, nor on Valentine's Day. (Courtney, if you read this, I totally understand that you wanna make money, it's a sensible thing...I don't wanna put you on a guilt trip in any way.)
By the way, this is not meant to be an accusation of neither my friends nor Courtney, I'm just saying how it seems to me. If I'm off, let me know. I may just be on a trip of paranoia.