I practised in the mirror, dyed my hair black desert blonde. Got dead-drunk porcupine mascara. Learned your habits, sing your songs by heart. The gestures,a ll the subtleties... You're not alone my far-off prince though only I know really what you go through. When Lenny meets Lorca, they'll walk on the water. I know they want a piece of you but I just want to share. I'll throw open all my doors for you, wear orchids in my hair. I've traced your number now and though the message says "Not there!" Hear me, my frustrated prince, as I declare "Come and meet your twin!" When Lenny meets Lorca, they'll walk on the water