In my tea

Watching through the doorLook at a mirrorIn my teaWatching in my cupChange a little my make upIn my teaMoving reds and pinksFun factory of lipsticksIn my teaAnd this green, it's too muchTurning off my dark blushI can change the weatherI make a thunderIn my teaAny place for my hair?Yes, only in the airThere's not so much placeI get a strange faceBut there's no wrong or rightIt's a question of lightsWatching through the doorWanna get some moreWith my teaMy mother is coming with my fatherThey're laughing in my teaOh, they're looking so sweetI drink themWith a strong beatOh in my teaDrink my teaAnd watch over the sea