The Hellcat Splanged Shalalala.

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 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 judgements on the run.
And you're acting like a stranger,
'cause you thought it looked like fun.
And 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?
Sing another fuckin' Shalalala.