Why do men put asunder?
In my quest for rains
If there are no clouds at least give me thunder
In my quest for love I’ve been handed the list
And I’m still in wonder
Mirror Mirror
Who is the fairest of them all ?
Well no not me if you’re counting complexion
What should I look out for in my search for Perfection
I’ve been sighing too much
Wondering who to call in this perplexion
Mirror Mirror
I’m not where I want to be
In my reflection i see a cape
But reality is taking a different direction
In my view I see a crown; a king
But I’m held back from assertion
Like the Lion king
I’m highly seen as this promiscuous being
At the edge of fleeing in every threatening scene
Mirror Mirror
At this point I need some motivation;
Project Pumba on your mirrored screen
And show me how to be the fairest being
