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)