Mirror Mirror - Golem

My braids of black hang halfway down my back

My eyes, like coal, the windows to my soul

But what’s the point?

I ask of you

No meat to cook with

No mascara

No toilet paper

No diamond rings

No refrigerator

No French perfume

No hot water

No blue jeans

Oh God why did you make me so beautiful?

Why, God, why did you make me so beautiful?

My braids of black hang halfway down my back

My eyes, like coal, the windows to my soul

Oh God

Why God?

My braids of black hang halfway down my back

My eyes, like coal, the windows to my soul

No bananas

No free press

No plastic diapers

No citrus fruit

No penicillin

No privacy

No vacuum cleaners

No pantyhose

Oh God why did you make me so beautiful?

Why did you bother to make me so damn beautiful?

How long God, how long can I stay beautiful?

Why God, why did you make me so beautiful?