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 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