Bye Bye

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