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