Mirror,
mirror on the wall,
tell me mirror what is wrong?
Can it be my day like clothes or is it just my day like song?
What I do ain't make believe,
people say I sit in trouble.
When it comes to being Taylor,
it's just me,
myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
You tease my plug one style and my plug one spectacles.
You say plug one and two hip is,
and we're not,
that's pure blood roll.
I was pushing that we're falling and there's no need to lie.
When it comes to being plug one,
it's just me,
myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
God,
I'm proud of what I am.
I plumes, I split the plug too tight.
Please,
oh please let plug two be himself,
not what you read or write.
Right is wrong when hype is written on the day like so that is.
Style is surely our own thing,
not to force a style or show.
But it's day like so,
it's from the soul and it's backed by check,
day,
live.
Strictly from the bank of funk and me,
myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah,
glory for plug one and two.
But that glory's been denied by consensual cookie.
As people think they dissed my person by stating I'm darkly pack.
I know this, so I point adjective.
He says,
back in black,
mirror,
mirror on the wall,
shovel chestnuts in my back.
Keep on nuts with nuts so I don't get an aftermath.
If I do,
I'll calmly punch them in the fourth day of July.
Because they try to mess with the degree that's me,
myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.
It's just me, myself and eyes.