Teacup Lady Songtext
von Elin Grace

In my house sits a woman in a teacup
Silver buttons on her blouse, lilac hair and lilac make-up
She is warm and always knows just what to do
She′s magnetic, empathetic, but synthetic, so untrue

Hip to hip, hand on my wrist, she's my

Teacup lady
Drives me crazy
Clouded, hazy
Teacup lady


In my house there′s a round polished table
My hurried woman lies on it, her legs swinging, unstable
She has grown, her body spills into the hallway
Her curls are tangled, teacup smashed, with the stereo playing always

Hip to hip, hand on my wrist, she's my

Teacup lady
Drives me crazy
Clouded, hazy
Teacup lady

Teacup lady
Teacup lady
Teacup lady
Teacup lady