| I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine
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| Who she is can’t say for sure, could be from another tide
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| She’s the Queen of Sheba, my father’s mother
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| Her face is low flying Africa
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| She says to me she is not me
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| So tell me, tell me who is she?
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| Tell me, tell me who is she?
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| You’d think she owns the streets of Dublin
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| They say she’s king of Torquay island
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| She trades in piracy and sinning
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| She knows where you go at night
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| And when you think you’ve finally reached her
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| She laughs and says, «Babe, it’s all right»
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| I know that woman in the mirror, that creature has my father’s eyes
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| He saw her once and then forgot her, she remembers all his lies
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| He spoke in secrets and in German kissed in tongues and slept in sighs
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| She says to me she’s not my father
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| So tell me, tell me who is she?
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| Tell me, tell me who is she?
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| You’d think she owns the streets of Dublin
|
| They say she’s king of Torquay island
|
| She trades in piracy and sinning
|
| She knows where you go at night
|
| And when you think you’ve finally reached her
|
| She laughs and says, «Babe, it’s all right»
|
| I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine
|
| Who she is can’t say for sure, could be from another tide
|
| She’s the Queen of Sheba, my father’s mother
|
| Her face is low flying Africa
|
| She says to me she is not me
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| So tell me, tell me who is she?
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| Tell me, tell me who is she?
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| Tell me, tell me who is she?
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| Tell me, tell me who is she? |