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 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