So, I'm late to the Daughtry game, OF COURSE. But dude, this song. First of all, let me be crystal clear. A woman doesn't need a man to save her, duh. But there is nothing wrong with wishing for a hero to come along and sweep you off your feet.
My own Superman came along a couple of years ago all Boston-accented and wicked cha-hming and saved me. Do you know how he saved me? By showing me I had the strength to save myself. And I guess I feel like that's the kind of hero a girl should wait for. The kind who will do whatever it takes to help you see your own worth. In my case, it just took protecting my heart a little while until it could heal and I could remember what I already knew about myself. And you know what else, girls, it's important to make your man feel like he is your hero. So honor him once in a while, remind him that he makes you feel safe and loved and protected and amazing. So, this one's for you, Boston. Thanks for bein my Sup-ahman. I'll always be the Lois Lane in Chuck Taylors!