Hold It Up To The Mirror

(álbum: Harley & Rose - 1990)

You don't have the go-ahead to mount a big search
It's as clear as the road to that old, Spanish church
Yeah, as plain as the nose on your cute, little face
It's an open, open and shut case

It'll come quick or ease in slow
When trouble hits, it just won't let go
So, clear the air, oh, get it off your chest
Take your medicine and hope for the best

Hold it up to the mirror
Won't you tell me what you see?
Something might look familiar to you
But it's a bad likeness of me

If you let it slip from bad to worse
It would take a miracle to lift that curse
There's always something you cannot resist
It's loving with a bitter twist

Hold it up to the mirror
Won't you tell me what you see?
Something might look familiar to you
But it's a bad likeness of me

Hold it up to the mirror
Won't you tell me what you see?
Something might look familiar to you
But it's a bad likeness of me

Hold it up to the mirror
Won't you tell me what you see?
Something might look familiar to you
But it's a bad likeness of me

Hold it up to the mirror
Won't you tell me what you see?
Something might look familiar to you
But it's a bad likeness of me

Oh...
Mmm...
Don't look back

Na, na-na-na
Na, na-na-na
Na, na-na-na
Na, na-na-na
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