Through the Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass (透過玻璃看) - Mott The Hoople

I'm feelin' ugly I'm feelin' low

Mornin' mirror you ain't no rose

Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it

Oh Christ I'm tired

Why then did you have to grin

Now the blood rolls down my chin

Oh you know you painted so much blue

And I'm much younger than that too

Oh mirror what did I do to you

And you're my voyeur

See every line chase them to destinations

On through time and you're my diary yeah

The bitter truth unexpurgated a mis-spent youth

Oh do you have to paint teeth green

When they're snowy white and clean

Do you have to make eyes red

When they're clear and fresh instead

Oh mirror I wish you'd lose your head

Sometimes I'm on a gig

And I'm feelin' kinda good

I run and look at you just like a pop star would

But you just glare at me

With those dark accusing eyes

That say My make-up's good

I'd like to I'd like so much to

Oh I'll never look at you again

'Cause I'm really not that vain

Seven years bad luck ain't that long

Before I smash you hear my song

Oh mirror I'm sorry you were wrong