Margot Kidder

You wouldn’t know it to look at me, 
but I’m a superhero 
I’ve got x-ray vision and everything 
My frail frame belies my strength  
I can lift tall buildings 
with one hand tied behind my back 

But the morning after each episode 
I wake up at home, alone 

Despite my mediocre looks, 
I’m daily dared by damsels 
to fight international crime 

In the end I always win the day – 
I save the world, I get my girl 
But the morning after each episode 
I wake up at home, alone 

The comfort of knowing that 
I’ve saved you all wears thin 

My superhuman efforts largely go unrewarded 
The government won’t take my phone calls 

On my days off I hang around the centre of town, 
but I don’t get stopped 
But the morning after each episode 
I wake up at home, alone

The comfort of knowing that 
I’ve saved you all wears thin 
The day after each episode 
I wake up and wish that I 
wouldn’t be expected to get out of bed and help mankind 
I’d comb my hair a little differently and put on some glasses, 
find somewhere to hide, 
tell the United Nations they’ve got the wrong number and I’d live a quiet life