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She's Too Much For My MirrorHere you would have a famous version of "She's Too Much for My Mirror"Note the clever slight "She's Too Much for My, or Anybody's, Mirror" number 2 Told ya She's too much for my mirror She almost makes me lose it The way she abuse it make me never wanna use it Well mend your heart and mind your soul Old Chicago, she a woman that a make a young man a bum She howl like the wind, make my heart grow cold Make me long for that little red fum She makes things fly and she makes things roll She got me way over here and I'm hungry and cold I remember my mother told me I oughta be choosey That was way back when I thought she was my friend Now I find out, she's a floozy I remember the butterflies and the sweet smell of corn And the bubblin' fish in that little pond Oh, Lousey, oh, Lousey How I long for you, how I long for you She's too much for my mirror That little floozy oh how I fear her Oh, Lousey Shit I don't know how I'm gonna get that in there |