Girl On The Wall

Every time I go to catch a train
An image stares down at me
Oh every time I buy a magazine
An image stares out at me
And I feel so insecure
'Cause I know one thing for sure
That the girl in the mirror
Ain't the same as the girl on the wall

Baby is really turned on
He says that it must be love
Oh in bed, when he closes his eyes
Is it me that he's thinking of?
Because everything I say and do
Is all from his point of view
And the girl in the mirror
Ain't the same as the girl on the wall

'Cause I'm overweight, underweight
Too strong, too frail
I got lifeless hair and dirty finger nails
Too dry, too greasy
Adolescent, middle-aged
I'm a prisoner locked in a body cage
Flat-chested, big-busted
Flat-footed, fat face
Big-bottomed, short-legged
And my nose is out of place
Too pretty, too ugly
Too forward, too shy
I got no self-image and I wonder why

Everyday I'm walking down the street
I feel every eye on me
Oh everyone that I meet
I wonder who do they see
Perfection in disguise
With regimes and alibis
And the girl in the mirror
Ain't the same as the girl on the wall

The girl in the mirror
Ain't the same as the girl on the wall