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"I didn't see it comin'
The stiffness in the mornin'
The poorer apprehension
The words I couldn't find"
She's got beauty in her eyes
In her ways of moving her hands
In her slowly, never ending sentences
In her golden vanity
I've met Southern Belle before
In a room with purple curtains
And mirrors on all walls
I've met her in the New York light
In a backroom of a bar in
Lower East Side
I've met her in the mirror of my own
But this one, she's real
Red lips at breakfast
If her hair is real or not
Who would care?
She's got beauty in her eyes
In her ways of moving her hands
In her slowly, never ending sentences
In her golden vanity
I've met Southern Belle before
In a room with purple curtains
And mirrors on all walls
I've met her in the New York light
In a backroom of a bar in
Lower East Side
I've met her in the mirror of my own
I've met Southern Belle before
In a room with purple curtains
And mirrors on all walls
I've met her in the New York light
In a backroom of a bar in
Lower East Side
I've met her in the mirror of my own
I'm more low keys than high heels
More black shirts than white lines
More urban grey than forest green
More silver than gold
Like the stones in the Japanese garden
Placed with random precision
I say what I am, when you ask
I'm 5, 13, 25 and 60
I've met Southern Belle before
In a room with purple curtains
And mirrors on all walls
I've met her in the New York light
In a backroom of a bar in
Lower East Side
I've met her in the mirror of my own
I've met her in the mirror of my own