Spring is in the air,
a time for lovers,
to hold hands
and skip stones,
but here I am
all alone.
How sad,
how sad.
In my heart
I hold a love,
for a love,
that I once held.
This carrot on a stick
held just outside my reach.
Oh, I want to be her man again,
her superman.
I want to get to by her side,
faster than a speeding bullet.
My love for her is more powerful
than a locomotive.
I want to leap tall buildings
in a single bound,
to prove to her my love.
Surely truth and justice
will have me with her
in an American way,
and we shall dwell in the house
of our love,
forever
