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