Tara Blaise Superman In A Bottle
Her song, battered and worn, untitled but true, Her
voice,
give her a choice, coming through. And he puts that paper
back where he got it, With one hand in his pocket and he
Looks at the gloss and he smiles at the glamour, He
wishes he could have her. But what can he do? How
far are you? It’s coming true. How far are you?
You’re worlds apart, You’re worlds apart, You’ll
break her heart. Superman in a bottle, he’s got the
style, he goes the mile, He lasts a while, he knows how
to
make the girls smile. A letter for you “Dear Sir…… Oh,
she’ll be there.” And he enters the room like he knows
that
he’s got it, He’s got one hand in his pocket And she
lays her cards down on the table, Willing and able,
Well what else could she do? How far are you?
It’s coming true. How far are you? You’re worlds
apart, You’re worlds apart, You’ll break her heart,
You know it’s true. You know it’s true.
And he puts his hand firm on her shoulder, She
knows that it’s over, Well what else could they do?
