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