Laura
Emma Anderson
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 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