Does the bedroom mirror flatter me?
When I go outside who do I see?
In every shop window I pass,
An old crone reflected in the glass!
Does the bathroom mirror tell the truth
Or a falsehood with this image of youth
And beauty. How did you guess?
It’s the shop windows that are a mess!
The plastic models with figures slender
Will never feel a caress tender.
With clothes that I’m too large to wear!
And they have such perfect hair!
It might be better to avoid the town
And prevent myself from feeling down,
By not going out to protect my grace
Now home seems like the safest place!