Through The Looking Glass Lyrics - Singles - Mott The Hoople

I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose 

Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it? 

Oh Christ, I'm tired 

Why then did you have to grin now the blood rolls down my chin 

Oh you know you painted so much blue and I'm much younger than that too 

Oh mirror, what did I do to you? 

And you're my voyeur, see every line chase them to destinations 

On through time and you're my diary, yeah 

The bitter truth, unexpurgated a mis-spent youth 

Oh, do you have to paint teeth green when they're snowy, white and clean? 

Do you have to make eyes red when they're clear and fresh instead? 

Oh mirror, I wish you'd lose your head 

Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feelin' kinda good 

I run and look at you just like a pop star would 

But you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyes 

That say,"My make-up's good", I'd like to, I'd like so much to 

Oh, I'll never look at you again 'cause I'm really not that vain 

Seven years bad luck ain't that long before I smash you, hear my song 

Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were wrong