Josephine has a rear view mirror
Talks about a knife she's keeping
In my bedroom [bad word] creeping
Takes a picture while I'm sleeping

Josephine has a rear view mirror
Always making up a sweet phrase
When she isn't making up her face
Steals, but pretends it's a game
Sliding under my sheets, purring my name

She is stuck in my throat
And it makes me feel sick
I don't like how she stares
And follows me up the stairs
Looking at my legs and also
All the rest from head to my toe
Getting in a state if I go
Footsteps everyday at my door
Everyday [bad word] a little more
I block my ears up
So I don't hear when she calls

Josephine has a rear view mirror
She has sold her innocence
She would like to go back to past events
In my life she knows me backwards
Keeps an eye on my stuff, checks out my goods

She is stuck in my throat
And it makes me feel sick
I don't like how she stares
And follows me up the stairs
Looking at my legs and also
All the rest from head to my toe
Getting in a state if I go
Footsteps everyday at my door
Everyday [bad word] a little more
I block my ears up
So I don't hear when she calls

Josephine has a rear view mirror

Слова: Elsa
Музыка: G. Lunghini / R. Donnez