She's A Mirror Lyrics - Singles - Eleanor Friedberger

She's got a long black cape 

And you're trying to escape 

From the shape of the things yet to come 

She's got a hammer and nail 

And you feel like you failed 

When you inhale and offer her some 

She's guessed your address 

From your eyes more or less 

That could best do a part in your downfall 

There's a rip in your shirt 

That's smeared with dirt 

And it hurts when it's time for a last call 

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She's got the new broom 

You're dusting the room 

She grooms you until you are hoarse 

She made you a may queen but can't have foreseen 

Her obscene gravitational force 

She's got a spied upon spy upon look in her eye says 

Surprise me or leave me alone 

Her attention's divided it's time you decided 

Take her outside or leave her alone 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

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She's got a record by Sparks that lights up in the dark 

And the [?] needle don't skim 

She's got beautiful teeth and a man-sized wreath 

She'll bequeath at the lunar eclipse 

She's got a vertical face and a fertile embrace 

But her red lace is only too [?] 

She's got you on repeat and your prize style seat 

Be discreet when you meet on the key 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's 

She's surrounded by sound in the burial ground 

She'll impound you and wait for your claim 

You met in September and now it's December 

And you can't remember her name 

She's fluent in German and she's predetermined 

Which sermon you'll read from which mount 

Well out in no man's land where this sleight of hand 

Matters less than the cards that she counts 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's 

She's flying a kite in the dark of the night 

As your pilot light flickers and dims 

And when she enters your dreams she floats you downstream 

Till she seems just like a phantom limb 

You wake with a start stare at her folk art 

She's picking apart every stitch 

She's got needle and thread beneath her bedspread 

But was dead to your most perfect pitch 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

She's a mirror 

Or a meteor 

Or a mirror 

Or a meteor 

I don't know