Lyrics The Beautiful South

The Beautiful South

Mirror

They could be fat or could be thin

They could be black, they could be white

Tell me who's knocking at the knocking shop door tonight

Not much a door can do but open or close

Those things are above doors

Not much legs can do but open or close

Those things are above us whores

So imagine a mirror

Bigger than the room it was placed in

Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish

Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish

Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish

They could be lonely or could be fust

They could be tack, they could be real

They do have feelings, but just right now I feel

A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am

Those things are above us whores

Just the best target practice, for a misguided man

Those things are above us whores

So imagine a mirror

Bigger than the room it was placed in

Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish

Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish

Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish