The Hellcat Spangled 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 It 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 cabin When your judgment's 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 were things she said before Her steady hands may well have done the devil's pedicure What you waiting for? Sing another fucking Shalalala, shalalala Shalalala, shalalala