Texty: Lush. Spooky. Laura.

Mirror maid, tummy ache
make-up run
lipstick girl, black stick curl
in the new york sun

inside out, you know about my
silly game
even though, you don't know
about my name

where I've been
what I dream
what I seem

clumsy eyes realise how to
write the word
basically, you sing for me
when I am hurt

stoned and blind, never mind
luckie's song
press the keys, I can be
where you belong

I'm a fan
of your hand
ooh

and
I'm in love
cry above
ooh

and
I'm a fan
of your hand
every man
ooh