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Josephine has a rear view mirror Talks about a knife she's keeping In my bedroom door comes creeping Takes a picture while I'm sleeping Josephine has a rear view mirror Always making up a sweet phrase When she isn't making up her face Steals, but pretends it's a game Sliding under my sheets, purring my name She is stuck in my throat And it makes me feel sick I don't like how she stares And follows me up the stairs Looking at my legs and also All the rest prom head to my toe Getting in a state if I go Footsteps everyday at my door Everyday I run a little more I block my ears up So I don't hear when she calls Josephine has a rear view mirror She has sold her innocence She would like to go back to past events In my life she knows me backwards Keeps an eye on my stuff, checks out my goods Josephine has a rear view mirror Aus Songtexte Mania