I'm feelin' ugly - I'm feelin low - mornin' mirror - you ain't
And did I mean it - or did I lie - or did I dream it
Oh! Christ I'm tired.
Why then did ya have to grin, now the blood rolls down my chin
Oh You know you painted so much blue, and I'm much younger than
Oh mirror - what did I do to you?
You're my voyeur - see every line - chase them to destinations
On through time
And you're my diary - yeah, the bitter truth - unexpurgated - a
Do you have to paint teeth green, when they're snowy, white and
Do you have to make eyes red, when they're clear and fresh
Oh mirror, I wish you'd lose your head
Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feeling kinda good
I run and look at you, just like a pop star would
But you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyes
That say "My make-up's good..." I'd like to.... I'd
like so much
Oh I'll never look at you again - 'cause I'm really not that
Seven years bad luck ain't that long - before I smash you, hear
Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were wrong.