In the square, I waited for you
Trick, trick, 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
She used to make do, but now she makes men
Fall at her feet, weak, their tongues leak
They try to stop talking 'cause now they don’t make any sense
She was never academic
She couldn’t draw a thing
But she had power over men
She had power over men
She had power over
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 as she walked in
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, she’s under my skin
Like an anaesthetic
You’ll never feel a thing
'Cause she had power over men
She had power over men
She had power over
But as with any gift, there’s always a twist
She can never really kiss, 'cause there’s never a risk
Like if you never lost, you can never really win
It’s the burden and a cost of a power over
Men
She had power over men
She had power over men
She had power over men
She had power over men
She had power over men
She had power over