Through The Looking Glass — текст песни (mott the hoople)

I`m feelin` ugly - I`m feelin low - mornin` mirror - you ain`t no rose
And did I mean it - or did I lie - or did I dream it
Oh! Christ I`m tired.
Why then did ya 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?
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 feeling 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.