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