Wade in the poignant thoughts of The English Beat.
Mirror in the bathroom please talk free. The door is locked: just you and me. Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables? You can watch yourself while you are eating. Mirror in the bathroom I just can't stop it. Every Saturday you see me window shopping. Find no interest in the racks and shelves: just a thousand reflections of my own sweet self, self, self...
Mirror in the bathroom you're my mirror in the bathroom. You're my mirror in the bathroom. You're my mirror in the bathroom.
Mirror in the bathroom recompense for all my crimes of self defense. Cures you whisper make no sense. Drift gently into mental illness.
Mirror in the bathroom please talk free. The door is locked: just you and me. Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables? You can watch yourself while you are eating. Mirror in the bathroom: mirror in the bathroom...
I heard this on the way to work and I never really listened to the words before. I like the first verse. Let's see how my typing does after a typeless week.
Friday, February 27, 2009
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