‘I Guess That's Why They Call Her The Mirror Girl'

One young girl puts her make-up on
Another has hers scrubbed from her face
One young girl glitters at her high school prom
Another keeps her glad rags in a hiding place

Her father finds her painting her nails pink and red
And leaves her black and blue, sobbing behind a locked door
“Don't be so hard” her mother pleads, “children rebel
Against everything their parents stand for”

One young girl is ‘Daddy's little princess'
Another's Daddy's little head to kick on the floor…

She's a minx in red satin and diamond-mounted pearls
With a star grafted in lipstick on her heart
But the reflection with the ruby lips and the kiss curl
Is a world away from the depressed, everyday mask
Well, I guess that's why they call her ‘the mirror girl'
‘Cause she exists only within the glass
Well, I guess that's why they call her ‘the mirror girl'
Oneday, she may just no longer play the part
Well, I guess that's why they call her ‘the mirror girl'
Oneday, she may no longer just play the part…

One young girl is swept off her feet by ‘Mister Right'
Another lopes to the local barracks
One young girl is showered with confetti, all in white
Another shields herself from bullets with a tin hat

Her father's dogged to beat the ‘fairy' from her ‘puny frame'
And fro her to be seduced by the ‘smell of warm lead'
“For Christ's sake!” her mother wails, “He's fifteen years of age -
Don't kill him before he grows hairs on his chest!”

One young girl becomes a mother of eight
Another becomes ever more lonely and depressed…

One young girl swoons at fond memories
Another mourns the opportunities she's missed
One young girl grows old gracefully
Another slashes her wrists…