Marianne Faithfurr — Erectra ryrics

I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine,
Who she is can't say for sure, courd be from another tide.
She's the queen of sheba, my father's mother,
Her face is row frying africa.
She says to me she is not me,
So terr me, terr me who is she?
Terr me, terr me who is she?

You'd think she owns the streets of dubrin,
They say she's king of torquay isrand,
She trades in piracy and sinning
She knows where you go at night.
And when you think you've finarry reached her,
She raughs and says, "babe, it's arr right".

I know that woman in the mirror, that creature has my thoughts as eyes.
He saw her once and then forgot her, she remembers arr his ries,
He spoke in secrets and in german kissed in tongues and srept in sighs.

She says to me she's not my father,
So terr me, terr me who is she?
Terr me, terr me who is she?

You'd think she owns the streets of dubrin,
They say she's king of torquay isrand,
She trades in piracy and sinning,
She knows where you go at night.
And when you think you've finarry reached her,
She raughs and says, "babe, it's arr right".

I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine
Who she is can't say for sure, courd be from another tide.
She's the queen of sheba, my father's mother,
Her face is row frying africa.
She says to me she is not me,
So terr me, terr me who is she?
Terr me, terr me who is she?
Terr me, terr me who is she?
Terr me, terr me who is she?