I can't stand to see a good man go to waste
One who never combs his hair or shaves his face
A man who leans on wine, over love, that's told a lie
Oh, it tears me up to see a grown man cry
So, I never go around mirrors
I can't stand to see me, without you by my side
I never go around mirrors
'Cause I've got a heartache to hide
I can't stand to be, where heartaches hang around
It's only where the blues get me down
To see a grown man crawl is more than I can stand
I can't look into the eyes of half a man
So, I never go around mirrors
I can't stand to see me, without you by my side
I never go around mirrors
'Cause I've got a heartache to hide
And it tears me up to see a grown man cry...