[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 bu*t
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]