scenes of love

Scenes of love I love you, but you love the mirror  thinks your nose is perfect green eyes and rosy lips your fragrance has a narcissistic  allure, as you take the last look in the hallway mirror before leaving for the ball Ah, the way you walk, pavements adore you, rain shies away to save your hair from bother  When you cross the road, car horns blast by themselves, white cars  turn pink  The sun doesn't burn your skin makes it golden in the afternoon  and glows in the night Until one day, the mirror sees a wrinkle years are ganging up on you the enemy time is waiting in the wing furrows  settle on your forehead I love you, but the mirror doesn't love itself, insults are remembered  Get off the road, you silly old cow your scent of youth has lost its aroma still, you smile, sure of one thing  I will always love you