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?