Tortilla chips
Are on my lips
And no one's pressed
Against my hips
Bad beat poet late at night
The city gets bright I can't see
The neon lights don't work on me
I am no watcher in the fight
Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
If sex was love I'd be so set
I'd know the most that we could get
I never had the tits and ass
To go and take a master class
Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre models of the hour
Mediocre men
Mediocre men
You take me places and you make cool faces when our sex erases the lonely past and
You found me when I was first and ten against eleven men who could kick my ass
But anyway, it's probably gonna pass