Laura

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 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 I'm a fan of your hand, every man, ooh