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Marianne Faithfull

Electra

 

Electra

(album: Vagabond Ways - 1999)


I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine
Who she is can't say for sure, could be from another tide
She's the Queen of Sheba, my father's mother
Her face is low flying Africa
She says to me she is not me
So tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?

You'd think she owns the streets of Dublin
They say she's king of Torquay island
She trades in piracy and sinning
She knows where you go at night
And when you think you've finally reached her
She laughs and says, "Babe, it's all right"

I know that woman in the mirror, that creature has my thoughts as eyes
He saw her once and then forgot her, she remembers all his lies
He spoke in secrets and in German kissed in tongues and slept in sighs
She says to me she's not my father
So tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?

You'd think she owns the streets of Dublin
They say she's king of Torquay island
She trades in piracy and sinning
She knows where you go at night
And when you think you've finally reached her
She laughs and says, "Babe, it's all right"

I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine
Who she is can't say for sure, could be from another tide
She's the Queen of Sheba, my father's mother
Her face is low flying Africa
She says to me she is not me
So tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?

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