The air in the club is volcanic
as Dynamo Man powers on
He always brings the voltage
Magnetic attraction flows strong
All the babes clad in silver lamé
are turned on by his electric aura
Like molten moths to a turbo flame
they crave his super hero persona
While all the flawed mortal men
sulk in the shadows and glower
Biding their time until the plug gets pulled
on the sparkler man with no staying power
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