The Mirror Lyrics - David Bowie

1 Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a mark

2 The mirror will watch over you

3 Pierrot never comes so pack your face and chase the dark

4 The mirror's hung up on you

5 Don't be last, your friends and your reflection

6 It's all so direction now

7 Poor Harlequin, you're quite an exception

8 Fay troubadour, on a downer

9 Gay Harlequin, doesn't believe in you

10 Doesn't believe it's true, such a downer.