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The kitsune girl with the sakura smile,
She winks as she pours out the tea,
And the mockingbird choir performs in vaudeville style,
‘Won’t you take advantage of me?


It’s a cabaret of changes; it’s a night you won’t forget.
It’s the sort of invitation men would trade their lives to get.
It’s the place where who you are meets who you haven’t been yet;
You may wake up broken-hearted, but you’ll never regret
This single night of pure lunacy --
Won’t you take advantage of me?

It’s a little slice of chaos, it’s a starlight carnival.
It’s the place where heroes fear to tread, but angels come to fall.
Ask the barmaid where she’s from, she’ll say she doesn’t recall.
You may think this is heaven -- it’s not that at all,
So why not look around you and see?
Won’t you take advantage of me?

It’s a kind of happy ending; it’s the midway of the moon,
It’s where broken stories gather in our shadow-play saloon.
And it's burning where she kissed you, but the scars will heal soon,
You can’t reach ‘ever after’ if you don’t know the tune.
Now, can you pay the ferryman’s fee?
Won’t you take advantage of me?


It’s a strange four-color love; it’s a comic book romance.
Two ordinary people picked by fate or circumstance
To be superheroes fighting for the world, bound by great responsibility...
But is there time between apocalypses to play out boy meets girl?
I think there is -- if you agree, then why don’t you come home with me?

I can call you ‘Tiger’, you can call me Mary Jane,
Take me swinging from the rooftops, kiss me gently in the rain,
And if I ever call you ‘Clark’, well, you can call me Lois Lane,
And you can keep the mask on if it helps you sleep at night.

You can know my code name, I can meet you on the sly;
I can be your new arch-rival, keep dramatic tensions high,
And when the working day is done, then you can meet me in the sky.
There’s not a chance they catch us once we bother to take flight.

Well, you can be Scott Summers, baby, I can read your mind,
Or you can be Matt Murdock, and we’ll prove true love is blind.
Well, if you’re feeling lucky, then I guess Longshot’s the name --
But don’t you be Bart Allen. You’d be gone before you came.

It’s a strange four-color love, it’s a sanctum built for two.
You wash over me like kryptonite -- there’s nothing I can do.
I know you’re bound to save the world; well, is there time to save me, too?
No supervillain scares me when I’m standing by your side.

You can be my X-Man, we’re Fantastic as a pair;
I don’t need you to Avenge me. Only let me know you care.
You don’t need to shine a signal -- if you need me, I’ll be there,
And when this issue’s over, I’ll still keep you satisfied.

You can be Colossus, it won’t phase me in the least.
If you like it blue and fuzzy, I’ll learn how to tame the Beast.
Now come along and put your tights on, we’ve got promises to keep,
And when the fight is over -- when the fight is over --
When the fight is over, I’ll rock you while you sleep.

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