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Through The Looking Glass - Mott The Hoople

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