The mirror knows you well;
you're in front of it all the time
In your small and selfish heart
there's no place for a part of mine
I am worth less than your hat
you only admire your own pleasance
I'm not a dick from your clique
I'm better off without your presence
You are mommy's pretty girl
you're a God for the whole world
'Cause you are, darling, for sure
an egoist without a cure