Mirror... Mirror
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Do you have to tell it all?
Where do you get the glaring light
To make my cloths look just to tight?
I think I'm fine but I can see
You won't cooperate with me
The way you let the shadows play
You'd think my hair was getting gray
What's that, you say?
A double chin?
No... that's the way the light comes in
If you persist in peering so
You'll confiscate my facial glow
And then if you're not hanging straight
You'll tell me next I'm gaining weight
I'm really
quite upset with you
For giving me this distorted view
I hate you being smug and wise
Oh! Look what's happened to my thighs
I warn you now,
O mirrored wall
Since we're not on speaking terms at all
If I look like this in my new jeans
You'll find yourself in smithereens!
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May 15, 2000
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