Artist: The Beautiful South
Song: mirror
They could be fat or could be thin
They could be black, they could be white
Tell me who's 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 but open or close
Not much legs can do but open or close
Those things are above us whores
Whores, whores, whores, whores
(Not much a girl can do but open or close)
(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)
