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 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