Song 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 your heart and mind your 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 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 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, Lucy, oh, Lucy
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, Lucy

Don Van Vliet

The duration of She's Too Much for My Mirror is 1:42 minutes and seconds.