[Voice-over: Florence Bell]
In the square, I waited for you
Trick, trick, trick
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Like an anesthetic
You'll never feel a thing
Cause she had power over men
She had power over men
She had power over
[Verse 3]
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
