Watching through the door

Look at a mirror

In my tea

Watching it 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