Letra

(Mason, Thomas) Lying here beside myself with joy I am too much for my mirror Mama said she wished me dead Called me bad, too bad... I fell in love as a boy Opened my eyes and saw my shadow With eyebrows raised, they searched my face And found my mate, too late... Chorus Don't need no audience round me I'm fond of my own company Who wants the birds and the bees when I've always got me up my sleeve. Who said that no mans an island surrounded by nothing but sea I I tell you he's wrong and misguided I stand here surrounded by me. (Breaking up the mirror, you're a sinner, you're a sinner ...Breaking up the mirror; you're a sinner you're a Sinner. . .) "Come down to earth" They called up to me "We have a bed to ease your journey, crazy fools are born to bruise, But we've the cure for both of you. Don't need no audience round me I'm fond of my own company Who wants the birds and the bees when I've always got Me up my sleeve (etc)
Writer(s): City Boy, Lol Mason, Max Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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