David Bowie

David Bowie - The Mirror lyrics

Your rating:


Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a mark

The mirror will watch over you

Pierrot never comes so pack your face and chase the dark

The mirror's hung up on you

Don't be last, your friends and your reflection

It's all so direction now

Poor Harlequin, you're quite an exception

Fay troubadour, on a downer

Gay Harlequin, doesn't believe in you

Doesn't believe it's true, such a downer.
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found