Mott The Hoople Through The Looking Glass
I'm feelin' ugly - I'm feelin low - mornin' mirror - you ain't no rose 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 that too 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 mis-spent youth, oh Do you have to paint teeth green, when they're snowy, white and clean? Do you have to make eyes red, when they're clear and fresh instead? 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 to...." Oh I'll never look at you again - 'cause I'm really not that vain Seven years bad luck ain't that long - before I smash you, hear my song Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were wrong.