Espelho

[Verse 1: Carolyn Malachi] Infinite hips, figure eight mind Doubt swallows up time and figure ate mine Down from a 12, I figure eight's fine But when I look at up the screen my figure ain't mine Left to the lenses, I'm nothing like the Lindsays I'm on the right hand of God, kin to the Kizzy's A slave to fashion, ask'em if I'm pretty They might tell you "Yeah, but she need to drop fifty." [Hook: Carolyn Malachi] Mirror Mirror Show me clearer I can’t be what I see Mirror Mirror Draw me nearer Can I be more than I see

, yeah! [Verse 2: Substantial] I caught a glance of someone I know, yet he’s a stranger Uncomfortably different, must forget him out of anger He isn’t what I aim for A relic of my misses Divorce it my wish is I am but a painter Dissatisfied with a poor self portrait That leaves me mortified but some find it gorgeous Success-less, I am not, nor full Off excessive amounts of bull Push to the limit but I got no pull Must be out of shape like I’m fresh off of holiday Prey to the wolves that are cloaked in wool So I gotta pray, that some how I’ll find a way To see who I am when I address my reflection King dressed as a peasant, he’s refreshingly pleasant I see it in my future. I guess it is destined Hard to see the gift when you’re living in the present [Hook] [Bridge: Carolyn Malachi] Eh... Don't you know you're beautiful? [Verse 3: Substantial] When there's enough to get, can't enough So some tuck and nip to fix it up All to get plumper lips or lift their butt Some dudes pop prescripts to get it up A pick me up of sorts thinking man this better help All this for what? Of course to feel better bout your yourself But I'm gonna fail if I don't see the wealth in my Own self, no lie. Farewell, goodbye! [Hook]