They could be fat or could be thin
They could be black, they could be white
Tell me who`s knocking at the knocking shop door Tonight
Not much a girl can do but open or close
Those things are above doors
Not much legs can do but open or close
Those things are above us whores
So imagine a mirror
Bigger than the room it was placed in
Imagine my wish for a future, that cannot hold my Wish
Imagine the want to hold a rod, that cannot hold The fish
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish
They could be lonely or could be bust
They could be tack, they could be real
They do have feelings, but just right now I feel
A feminine receptacle, that`s just what I am
Those things are above us whores
Just the best target practice, for a misguided Man
Those things are above us whores
So imagine a mirror
Bigger than the room it was placed in
Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my Wish
Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold The fish
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish
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