she's looking in the mirror

she's fixing her hair

and I touch my head to feel

what isn't there

she's humming a melody

we learned in grade school

she's so happy

and I think

this is not cool

'cause I know the guy

she's been talking about

I have met him before

and I think

what is this beautiful beautiful woman

settling for?



she bends her breath

when she talks to him

I can see her features begin to blur

as she pours herself

into the mold he made for her

and for everything he does

she has a way to rationalize

she says he don't mean what he do

she tells me he called

to apologize



he says he loves her

he says he's changing

and he can keep her warm

and so she sits there like america

suffering through slow reform

but she'll never get back the time

and the years sneak by

one by one

she is still playing the martyr

I am still praying for revloution



and she still doesn't have what she deserves

but she wakes up smiling every day

she never really expected more

that's just not the way we are raised

and I say to her,

you know,

there's plenty of really great men out there

but she doesn't hear me

she's looking in the mirror

she's fixing her hair