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
 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 'em in my thinking cap
 She's got a telescopic hallelujah hanging up on her wall
 For when it gets too complicated in the eye of the storm
 Shalalala, shalalala
 Shalalala, shalalala
 Oh, oh-oh-oh
 And in a hellcat spangled cavern
 When your judgment's on the road
 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's said before?
 Her steady hands may well have done the devil's pedicure
 What you waiting for? Sing another fucking
 Shalalala, shalalala
 Shalalala, shalalala