I turn myself on yeah Mirror mirror on the wall Get into it Every time I look at me If the shoe fits (fits) Wear a bitch (bitch) Never mind, screw him Everyday I see myself

Mirror, mirror Can I blame you for this Sadden heartbreakers came around Sadnecessary is what you promised me Deep down the hollow Is what you promised me And all I can do is to follow Who's the happiest Is it the lover or

Keep on callin' my name I'll be there And if a mirror should break it's easy to take Cause deep down I know that you care So keep on walkin' that road and I'll follow I'm not superstitious And I want you to know That you're on my mind Every day, all of

When the Whiskey used to burn Back when I could still feel my broken heart When the Whiskey Used to burn Looked in the mirror today Found my first line on my face You know you really don't know how to take Watching your whiskers turnin' gray So I closed

Get, get, get, get, get out and push And now we're wasting time Same old pickup lines And you keep trying Don't waste time I can almost taste it All right, you sinners, swing! Danger in the rear view mirror There's trouble in the wind Badness bringing up

I think we got a problem Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew Big business minus the business suit Even I look in the mirror like is it you And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes

Your former you That stranger in the mirror Oh, that's you Why'd you look so blue? Now you're just a shallow In the morning on the train You sit and stare at the rain Or bury yourself in your books Don't look at no strangers

Sing for me Welcoming you to my harem A song of life's visage A tune of love's mirage I hold your Eastern promise Close to my heart Burning sands Winds of desire Mirrored oasis

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

Case open, case shut Isn't it tragic? But you could pay to close it like a casket The D.A. is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practices all his lines To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper