Superman In A Bottle - Lyrics - Tara Blaise

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?