Lyrics:

Here you would have famous version of
'She's Too Much For My Mirror'
Note the clever slate:
'She's Too Much For My Or Anybody's Mirror, Number Two'
Told you

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 a woman
Make a young man a bum
She howl like the wind
Make my heart grow cold
Make me long for that little red farm

She make thing fly, she make thing roll
She got me way over here and I'm hungry and cold
I remember my mother told me I oughta be choosy
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 o'corn
And the bubblin' fish in that lil' 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)