| Song | She's Too Much for My Mirror |
| Artist | Captain Beefheart |
| Album | Trout Mask Replica |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : VanVliet | |
| She's too much for my mirror | |
| She almost make me lose it | |
| The way she abuse it make me never wanna use it | |
| Well, mend yer heart and mind yer soul | |
| Ole Chicago, she's, uh, woman that-a | |
| Make, uh, young man, uh, bum | |
| She howl like the wind make me 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 m' mother told me | |
| I oughta be choosy | |
| That was way back when | |
| I thought she was m' friend | |
| Now I find out she's, uh, floosey | |
| I remember the butterflies and the sweet smell uh corn | |
| And the bubbling fish in that lil' pond | |
| Ooh, Lousey, ooh, | |
| Lousey, how | |
| I long for you, how | |
| I long for you? | |
| She's too much for my mirror | |
| That little floosey oh how | |
| I fear her, ooh, | |
| Lousey |
| zuo ci : VanVliet | |
| She' s too much for my mirror | |
| She almost make me lose it | |
| The way she abuse it make me never wanna use it | |
| Well, mend yer heart and mind yer soul | |
| Ole Chicago, she' s, uh, woman thata | |
| Make, uh, young man, uh, bum | |
| She howl like the wind make me 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 m' mother told me | |
| I oughta be choosy | |
| That was way back when | |
| I thought she was m' friend | |
| Now I find out she' s, uh, floosey | |
| I remember the butterflies and the sweet smell uh corn | |
| And the bubbling fish in that lil' pond | |
| Ooh, Lousey, ooh, | |
| Lousey, how | |
| I long for you, how | |
| I long for you? | |
| She' s too much for my mirror | |
| That little floosey oh how | |
| I fear her, ooh, | |
| Lousey |
| zuò cí : VanVliet | |
| She' s too much for my mirror | |
| She almost make me lose it | |
| The way she abuse it make me never wanna use it | |
| Well, mend yer heart and mind yer soul | |
| Ole Chicago, she' s, uh, woman thata | |
| Make, uh, young man, uh, bum | |
| She howl like the wind make me 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 m' mother told me | |
| I oughta be choosy | |
| That was way back when | |
| I thought she was m' friend | |
| Now I find out she' s, uh, floosey | |
| I remember the butterflies and the sweet smell uh corn | |
| And the bubbling fish in that lil' pond | |
| Ooh, Lousey, ooh, | |
| Lousey, how | |
| I long for you, how | |
| I long for you? | |
| She' s too much for my mirror | |
| That little floosey oh how | |
| I fear her, ooh, | |
| Lousey |