Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
I’m not the fairest of them all.
My hair’s too dull, my eyes too dark,
I lack that certain, vital spark.
The boys, they laugh instead o stare,
I’m not beautiful beyond compare.
My legs are long but far too thick,
I’m slow and lazy, my mind’s not quick.
I run away instead of fight,
my will too weak, my strength too light.
My hands, they shake, when he is near,
he envies my height, I’m full of fear.
This heart of mine, it falls too fast,
my love affairs burn too hot to last.
The tears I shed turn not to gems,
I’m far too pitiful for any men.
This cross I bear, easily it lifts,
when I’m onstage, I show my gifts.
For this voice I have, none can compare.
I am much more when I’m up there.