Watching through the door Look at a mirror In my tea Watching in my cup Change a little my make up In my tea
Moving reds and pinks Fun factory of lipsticks In my tea And this green, it's too much Turning off my dark blush I can change the weather I make a thunder In my tea
Any place for my hair? Yes, only in the air There's not so much place I get a strange face But there's no wrong or right It's a question of lights Watching through the door Wanna get some more
With my tea My mother is coming with my father They're laughing in my tea Oh, they're looking so sweet I drink them With a strong beat Oh in my tea Drink my tea And watch over the sea
