My old friend is Momus. I’m loved by Erato.
But still I am dubbed as “persona non grata.”
My way is much longer than I ever thought.
So now you can call me just “Mister So What.”

You know I can bite but I’ll bring you no violence.
I can break the laws. I cannot break your silence.
A man can’t be blamed if he struggled and fought.
So now you can call me just “Mister So What.”

My desperate happiness hurts like a sword.
I am slave to the meaning and master of words.
My sergeant was teaching when I was on duty:
“Beware of the emptiness hidden by beauty.”

I don’t want to see you exposed or bare.
I just thought that we could have something to share.
A little could turn to much more than a lot.
But now you can call me just “Mister So What.”