She's like Superman

Claire goes to work each morning with her head up her ass
No-one pays her much attention, no-one even thinks to ask
She’s a cog in the machinery, another shade of grey
A pawn on the board that they didn’t need to play
Every day
But when Claire takes off her clothes, she’s like Superman
The layers disappear
And there she stands
As though she could rock the world — and she can
She rocks mine
She’s nothing much to look at in a suit or a dress
She gets tongue-tied in conversation — freezes up like it’s a test
People forget to notice, they don’t register she’s there
So she floats around in dreamscapes — or maybe it’s her nightmare
But at night
When Claire takes off her clothes, she’s like Superman
The seams fly apart
And there she stands
As though she ruled the world — and she can
She rules mine
There’s a power to her nudity that knocks you off your feet
It puts a sparkle in her eye — her body shimmers in the heat
You can hear the music now — she sways in time to the beat
And you’d sell your soul to Satan just to get a piece of it Every night
When Claire takes off her clothes, she’s like Superman
The disguise falls away
And there she stands
As though she could save the world — and she can
She saved mine.