Lyrics:

Here 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