Laura - Lush

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

And

I’m a fan

Of your hand

Every man

Ooh