Electra

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? --- Electra - Marianne Faithfull