Tight, rubber suit, Or spandex if you prefer, Or maybe mystical armour, Or wear swords as sticks in your hair. Looking good is critical, When you're a Super, Like cosplay but it's real. Dramatic flapping hooded cloak, So they ask "WHO THE HECK WAS THAT?", Or maybe a sparkly short dress with glitter, And bright tights to contrast or dark to match. Looking good is critical, When you're a Super, Like cosplay but it's real. I know it's not a fashion parade, But if you look dumb A-F, You're gonna' get roasted on kittykat, And definitely won't get super laid. Or hired, For the cool jobs that pay in gold, You got to dress to thrill, You have to dress to kill, You have to look more than super cool, But cold! Looking good is critical, When you're a Super, Like cosplay but it's real. Accessorise with weapons, Or maybe a car that turns into a spacecraft, Add on all the fancy gizmos and gadgets, Magic jewels that glow in every colour, Until you have no attachment points left, At Super High we've got attitude, But we're fashionista's too, Looking good is a power by itself, That applies to them, and me, and especially you. Looking good is critical, When you're a Super, Like cosplay but it's real.
