Just when things are [bad word] 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 her 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 ‘em in my thinking cap

She’s got a telescopic hallelujah hanging up on the wall

For when it gets [bad word] in the eye of the storm

Shalalala

Shalalala

Shalalala

Shalalala

Oh…

And in a hellcat spangled cavern

When your judgement’s on [bad word] 
And you’re acting like a stranger

Cause you thought it looked like fun

Well did you ever get the feeling

Did you think she set the fall

Her steady hands may well have done the devil’s pedicure

What you waiting for?

To sing another [bad word]  Shalalala

Shalalala