Super Powered Aliens
Waiting for more I'm a junkie in line for his methadone
Holding my breath while time is passing like a kidney stone
Addicted to the feeling she gives, just can't leave this girl alone
No sleep, waiting for Christmas morning yet I'm fully grown
The suspense is killing me, just want to call her on the telephone
Don't deserve the attention, low self-esteem as it's better known
Spent all my time developing my mind but where's the muscle tone
She lets me forget these thoughts blasting away like a megaphone
From a mile away she gives off vibes like she's pure pheromone
Want to taste her from her toes right up to her collarbone
Return the pleasure to her till the exclamations come out baritone
Two superpowered aliens coming together on this tiny Rock
You make me weak in the best way like I was Hancock
Every conversation bringing some new surprise of which to take stock
From the deepest feelings down to the small talk
If I'm dreaming no one pinch me this feels like a sleepwalk
A newfound bounce in my step, this feels like a spacewalk
I could live with this feeling all the way around every clock
Seize this new world and make your Plymouth rock
Foghorn Leghorn giving a spanking to that chicken hawk
Trying every variation till I pick your combo lock
Making you go off every hour like a cuckoo clock
Producing music sweeter than Johann Sebastian Bach
Won't spill a drip right through every aftershock
Show me a Savage while you toss me like a tomahawk
I'll hook you up and plug you into my electroshock
Holding my breath while time is passing like a kidney stone
Addicted to the feeling she gives, just can't leave this girl alone
No sleep, waiting for Christmas morning yet I'm fully grown
The suspense is killing me, just want to call her on the telephone
Don't deserve the attention, low self-esteem as it's better known
Spent all my time developing my mind but where's the muscle tone
She lets me forget these thoughts blasting away like a megaphone
From a mile away she gives off vibes like she's pure pheromone
Want to taste her from her toes right up to her collarbone
Return the pleasure to her till the exclamations come out baritone
Two superpowered aliens coming together on this tiny Rock
You make me weak in the best way like I was Hancock
Every conversation bringing some new surprise of which to take stock
From the deepest feelings down to the small talk
If I'm dreaming no one pinch me this feels like a sleepwalk
A newfound bounce in my step, this feels like a spacewalk
I could live with this feeling all the way around every clock
Seize this new world and make your Plymouth rock
Foghorn Leghorn giving a spanking to that chicken hawk
Trying every variation till I pick your combo lock
Making you go off every hour like a cuckoo clock
Producing music sweeter than Johann Sebastian Bach
Won't spill a drip right through every aftershock
Show me a Savage while you toss me like a tomahawk
I'll hook you up and plug you into my electroshock
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Jimenez, Jeff Mckenzie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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