She's too much for my mirror

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 butterflies 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