Frank Zappa - She's Too Much For My Mirror lyrics

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 bu*terflies 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