standing there in darkness
look into the mirror and constantly asks the same
question

mirror mirror on the wall tell me who´s it gonna be
who´s got those hips that moves
who got those lips that mend scares
whos that woman with hips and lips
that eminate passion warmth trust

a womans hips and lips like
warmth of the sun light bright

so mirror mirror on the wall tell me who´s it gonna be
whos the savior mender of open wounds
who´s epress love and caring without saying a singel word
but shows it with eyes movement using her hips and lips

i wonder when and where a king in darkness awaits his queen
and ask his mirror his reflecktion if it know the truth the answer
that haunts the king