Mirror, mirror
When people look at me,
What do they see?
Do they see a pretty, gorgeous girl?
Do they see an ugly girl?
Do they see a sloppy girl?
Do they see a neat girl?
Do they see a smart girl?
Do they see a stupid girl?
Do they see a sad, depressed girl?
Do they see a happy, joyful girl?
Mirror, mirror
When people look at me,
What do they see?
“It don’t matter what they see,
what’s inside is what really matters”
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