Mirror maid, tummy ache [bad word] 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've seen

Clumsy eyes realize
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

I'm in love
Cry above, ooh
And I'm a fan
Of your hand
Every man, ooh