Detective's Daughter Songtext

She was calling around to find half an hour
She walked right into my mirror
Says she's here to waste time I said "That's fine."
Listen, to thyself be true
Every thread, every hair re-arranged to resemble
You could have her, detective daughter copy
Please don't be me
There are so many skirts under the table
None of these long legs are mine
She calls around finds me crying, wish i were capable of lying