Rebecca Mayes - The Mirror lyrics

(*Rebecca Mayes) In every game I play, the bodies are the same* Conforming to the one acceptable template What's this game we play with our plastic fantasies So that reality can disappoint us And when we look in the mirror we look nothing like we're meant to Who's telling you what's beautiful Did you even get a chance to make your mind up Who's telling you what's desirable Cause you know there's more than one There's every flavour under the sun And I wanna see them all Where are the real men, the ones who are smiley The ones who are round and a little bit geeky The ones who are wild, the ones who are skinny The ones who are short and a little bit cheeky Where are the women big boned and proud With a mouth unafraid to tell you what it's all about Where are the small breasts like the tenderest, delicate, feather kiss And when you look in the mirror you look just like you're meant to Who's telling you what's beautiful Did you even get a chance to make your mind up Who's telling you what's desirable Cause you know that they dictate What we love and what we hate And it really ain't what we deserve We're addicted to perfection We're critics of our creation We're creators of abstraction Cause what can't we feel in this plastic thrill? Who's telling you what's beautiful Who's telling you you're beautiful