to me Mirror, mirror, lie to me Show me what I wanna see Mirror mirror, lie to me, to me Mirror, mirror, lie to me Show me what I wanna see Mirror mirror
keep a Roscoe like Kurupt brother Hang out my window, blaow, what up, fucker? Violence sells, but I ain't a violent male But if you violate, I'll play the violin
write down "star" Write down "star" on a piece of paper Hold it up in front of you, right in the mirror Put it in the mirror Hold it up in front of you
the path, enabling truth To stay stable and cling to EARTH! Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting see Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
it longs to be? All of your history has little to do with your face You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space You stood in the nude by the mirror
hands made of heaven Reflections sent spinnin' Through a face laced in mist Now I stand where she left me Buried deep 'neath her shadow And the mirror
Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of Shaolin Before you pluck the strings of my violin My life is orchestrated, like London symphony Concentrated,
the rest I see that she is pretty Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the fairest one of all Mirror mirror do not fail Who deserves to go to jail Mirror mirror
can burn my body black Just don't make me go back to Jackson Square I met you on Decatur Street With your little bare feet and your violin I was walking
invisible hammers. Little peevish parts of icy air consumed Everything unprepared, wind aided in it and played Melancholic symphony of extinction on its silver icicle violin
, if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not? It was a black wedding, you could hear the organs not The violins or the words the
me through the years So that I'm not one with myself my strength, my gift Is destined to be forgotten I have seen the world begin, in the mirror of
thought, am I fonder of dolls or of goblins, of shoes? Or of riddles, of frock? Those picnics in the attic, or of chocolates? Father playing the violin
like her other man Well let me do the thinking, this what I recommend My nigger money talk that's what she comprehend Say that sad story, you hear them violins
in the mirror, that's when I knew. That there I was seein', an old violin. Soon to be put away, and never played again. And just like that, it hit me, That old violin
or of goblins or shoes? CHRISTINE Raoul RAOUL or of riddles of frocks CHRISTINE Those picnics in the attic RAOUL or of chocolates CHRISTINE Father playing the violin
. Raoul:(Spoken) Or of riddles or frocks? Christine:(Spoken) Those Picnics in the attic. Raoul:(Spoken) Or of chocolates. Christine:(Spoken) father playing the violin
