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(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)