Lately I've been glaring into mirrors
Picking myself apart
You'd think at my age i'd of thought
Of something better to do
Than making security into a full-time job
Making security into art
And I fear my life will be over
And I will have never lived it better
Always glaring into mirrors
Mad I don't look better

But now here is this tiny baby
And they say she looks just like me
And she is smiling at me
With that present infant glee
And yes I will defend
To the ends of the earth
Her perfect right to be here

So I'm beginning to see some problems
With the on going work of my mind
And I've got myself a new mantra
It says: "don't forget to have a good time"
Don't let the sellers of stuff in power enough
To rob you of your grace
Love is all over the place

There's nothing wrong with your face
Love is all over the place
There's nothing wrong with your face

Lately I've been glaring into mirrors
Picking myself apart