She's Too Much For My Mirror

She's too much for my mirror She almost make me lose it The way she abused it make me never wanna use it Well mend yer heart 'n mind yer soul Ole Chicago she's uh woman thata Make uh young man uh bum She howls like the wind Make m' heart grow cold Make me long for that little red fum! She make things fly 'n she makes things roll She got me way over here 'n I'm hungry 'n cold I remember m' mother told me I oughta be choosey That was way back when I thought she ma m' friend Now I find out she's uh floosey I remember the butterflies 'n the sweet smell uh' corn 'n the bubblin' fish in that lil' pond Oooh! Lousey! How I long for you she's too much for my mirror That little floosey oh how I fear her Oooh! Lousey