When I looked at my mirror, what I did see br Was a wrinkled aged reflection of little old me br There’s one thing I’m sure of, there’s one thing I know br There’s no doubt about it, that mirror must go br br A mirror’s just clutter, not needed at all br When it refuses to show me as handsome and tall br The appearance of wrinkles is very unkind br Particularly since they’re surely not mine br br How deceitful that mirror when it belies br When all of reality it completely denies br There’s one thing I’m sure of, there’s one think I know br There’s no doubt about it, that mirror must gobr br Stanley Cooperbr br