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)
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)
Credits
Writer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton
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