The Mirror

I have a picture that hangs in my bedroom

And it's been there for a long time

For as long as I can recall

I've seen its figure in many other places

In dining rooms and in hotels

Sometimes out in the hall

And I really must say that I don't mind it

But the truth is that I don't like it

No, no, I don't mind it at all

Changes seem to occur in this picture

The honesty is in question

Of the man that hangs on the wall

Sometimes I can look at the picture

And it turns as if it did I

That God is where I belong

And I really must say that I don't mind it

But the truth is that I don't like it

No, no, I don't like it at all

I don't like it at all

And I really must say that I don't mind it

But the truth is that I don't like it

No, no, I don't like it at all

I don't like it at all

I don't like it at all

I wish I had my very own picture

To look in and see the reflection

Of who I wish I could be

I wish I had my very own picture

To look in and see the reflection

Of who I wish I could be

And I really must say that I don't mind it

But the truth is that I don't like it

No, no, I don't like it at all

I don't like it at all