Espelho

Infinite hips, figure eight mind

Doubt swallows up time and figure ate mine

Down from a 12, I figure eight's fine

But when I look at up the screen my figure ain't mine

Left to the lenses, I'm nothing like the Lindsays

I'm on the right hand of God, kin to the Kizzy's

A slave to fashion, ask'em if I'm pretty

They might tell you "Yeah, but she need to drop fifty."

Mirror Mirror

Show me clearer

I can’t be what I see

Mirror Mirror

Draw me nearer

Can I be more than I see, yeah!

I caught a glance of someone I know, yet he’s a stranger

Uncomfortably different, must forget him out of anger

He isn’t what I aim for

A relic of my misses

Divorce it my wish is

I am but a painter

Dissatisfied with a poor self portrait

That leaves me mortified but some find it gorgeous

Success-less, I am not, nor full

Off excessive amounts of bull

Push to the limit but I got no pull

Must be out of shape like I’m fresh off of holiday

Prey to the wolves that are cloaked in wool

So I gotta pray, that some how I’ll find a way

To see who I am when I address my reflection

King dressed as a peasant, he’s refreshingly pleasant

I see it in my future. I guess it is destined

Hard to see the gift when you’re living in the present

Mirror Mirror

Show me clearer

I can’t be what I see

Mirror Mirror

Draw me nearer

Can I be more than I see, yeah!

Eh...

Don't you know you're beautiful?

When there's enough to get, can't enough

So some tuck and nip to fix it up

All to get plumper lips or lift their butt

Some dudes pop prescripts to get it up

A pick me up of sorts thinking man this better help

All this for what? Of course to feel better bout your yourself

But I'm gonna fail if I don't see the wealth in my

Own self, no lie. Farewell, goodbye!

Mirror Mirror

Show me clearer

I can’t be what I see

Mirror Mirror

Draw me nearer

Can I be more than I see, yeah!

(Repeat)