Mirror, mirror on the wall, I come to you every morning for your opinion on how I look. Every day. And I sincerely trust whatever you say.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, sometimes I feel so ugly. I really don't like what I see. I see a pimple (or is it a baby boil) that's somewhere on my face- somewhere really visible. I badly need it out, but I can't. So I think you're saying I need make-up. Do I hear you say that thing isn't to be seen in public?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, at times I feel like I'm the prettiest woman in the world. I love how I look, I think I see that I have dark eyes. I love dark eyes, they make me look beautiful. My skin looks lighter.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, I think the sun burnt my skin a little too much. My skin looks seriously dark. Or is it that there isn't enough lighting in this room? Maybe I'll need some skin-lightening cream. And I think my teeth look crooked. I can't afford a dentist. Oh, mirror! What am I to do?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, I think you send me too many mixed messages. Or am I the one who's cooking up things in my mind?
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