Mirror

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)