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'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
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