trick. she's the eye of the storm born in the city i live
her vanity's dressed up as virtue in brogue shoes in art schools with tattoos upon the skin
they try to stop talking cause now they don't make any sense
she couldn't draw a thing
but she had power over men
so i drove to the bar now i'm sipping on gin
i stare into space as the place seemed to get that little bit of something it was missing
i could say she looked good
i could say she's just a friend
but that would just be me throwing you off the scent
she's everything an understatement has
you'll never feel a thing
cause she had power over men
she can never really kiss
cause there's never remiss
it's the burden and a curse of her power over. men