I look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see a stranger looking back at me.
Is this mirror broken? What's wrong with this thing?
Maybe I'd better call someone, you know, give them a ring.
I walk toward the mirror and prance all around,
I reach out far, until I touch the ground.
I look to the left and I look to the right,
Oh my goodness, is this skirt really that tight?
I do some walking and I jump up and down,
Good grief, I feel like a clown.
Wait!...... Is that an ounce of fat that has fallen by the side?
Oh no!........It has gone around to my very own backside.
I know this mirror is broken, can't you see?
I'm trying to lose weight and I know that's not me.
I am trying to lose weight as you can plainly tell,
But my mirror doesn't seem to think that I'm doing very well.
What's wrong with this mirror, what could be the key?
I know.........I will take it down so it can't be looking back at me.